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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Fantasy sold on a 50’s bottle cap; a party-girl side-saddle sits on a double-edged crescent moon up high—a silver scythe in glamour-night-sky corners of her cherry mouth tilted up her left hand raises her glass a toast to the stars frothy head of champagne-beer flirts with lips spooning the rim right hand holds the bottle instead of reality look! no hands on a razor’s edge precarious hilarious a redhead with bouncy-curls and a flouncy-skirt boot-heels over head when she laughs and Oops! falls clouds catch her without friction and pillow her fiction head ~ but you—with wild escapade eyes—fell hard far beyond Earth with not a soft cloud to cushion you glam-allure just a sexy lore a filthy lure but once you’ve been star-dusted and angel-dusted it’s all the same… vintage Miller bottle cap a perfect circle like the fattened moon face leering through broken windows shards glitter the floor like fallen constellations your black pearl eyes two muddy puddles life drained through rows of tiny needle holes slip-knot above your elbow just tight enough your pulse beats its fist against the restraint pounding—pounding—pounding impatient to be bled and fed you and this dragon’s den a dilapidated pair abandoned and without family you share the blank stare of broken windows veins collapsed like crumbled staircases empty inside of empathy and dreams— a junkie’s spot where shooting stars crash embers in your bloodstream turn to dust you cook in a rusted bottle cap by candlelight candle’s glow your Sun in a dirty universe you pull back on the syringe with your teeth this house unused by the living—a cold corpse but in the warm rush of your skin’s flush your gaunt gray body melts like hot wax pale horsehair walls a slouchy silent witness ... your soul escapes as it scrapes across the floor flurries blow in through broken windows whirl of wind whistles on its rounds like a jailhouse guard rattling beam-bones jangling ghost-bones— user-litter scattered like broken-wish bones burnt fingertips and a "High Life" bottle cap all that’s left
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