(Tequila and Cream Colored Wallpaper)
Bold?
Dancing on the border of proud?
Oh, Not I
The perfect picture
Of
Modesty.
My eyes
Mind, body, and soul
(Can I have a self-absorbed holy trinity
Plus one?)
Seem to be
Fixated
On the sun
Who Is
Burning beautiful silvery-pinks
Into my retinas
And streaking
Across the border of Mexico.
We live in
Boxes, carts, and garbage bins
(Well not really
But
In the slums
Rather)
Of some two-bit town
Where the local high school mascot
Is a rabid ‘coon
And the jackalopes dance at midnight.
Courtney,
My lesbian roommate
With an ‘I’m a slut…please fuck me real good’
Attitude,
Steals my jacket
And turns the a/c
Up to 10.
(Does that number even exist?)
To us
It does...
Along with bad 80’s music
Drifting
From a once stolen stereo.
The necessities are tough to come by
And the wants even harder to fulfill.
But don’t worry
God will forgive me
Misguided intentional sins
And all.
My people have a ‘thing’
(If you want to call it that)
For
Planned worship.
Courtney,
On the other hand,
Believes
In reincarnation.
I hope she comes back
As a potential
Dissected-under-glass
Butterfly.
I feel empty now…
Light a cigarette
And smile, baby.
Smile.
White teeth for the bi-racial
Camera
And a clenched jaw for the
Prejudiced
Choir.
A movie?
No, my life makes a better
Book deal.
I’ll call it
“Desire…The Girl, and Me.”
Shh.
It has some meaning,
Quality and text-ure
If you are one of the hopeless few
Who spend their days
Dreaming
Of stars, moonlight, bay windows,
Meaningful walks
And
Vanilla scented candles. |
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