High Heeled Feris Wheel Riders

high heeled feris wheel riders, cackling as if their tails were afire red mouths agape-screetching at stars stars whisperin back round and round spinning to black rouged rough riders seduced, stumbling from buckets into the sequined arms of night... rank bargain beer flows, the cut-offs and halter tops glow everything becomes a knife in a side show... the tacky and raspy the crooked floor games, strong man lifting balloons above a puffy sad face, nothing is classy but the two-headed snake. Home from the pink, dill pickled fog somewhere between the loins and the brain the ferris wheel stopped the ferris wheel stopped