Girl On the Moon

F a n t a s y 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 upturned her right hand raises her glass a toast to the stars frothy head of champagne-beer flirts with lips on the rim left hand holds the bottle instead of reality 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 … f e l l h a r d f a r beyond Earth with not a soft cloud to catch you the 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 — or maybe it’s pounding the boney table inpatient to be 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 turned to dust — you cook in a rusted bottle cap by candlelight the candle’s glow your Sun in a dirty universe with your teeth you pull back on the syringe 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 sneak through broken windows whirl of wind whistles on its rounds like a jailhouse guard rattling beam-bones jangling ghost-bones — life litter kicked around like a pile of old brown leaves burnt fingertips and a "High Life" bottle cap all you have left