contemplating rebirth catching concrete
imbedded eyes as they glance
at the new runaway drawn in faded paint
with enough baggage for exploitation’s
to have a pretty face resolution
no don't take your panties off for
no don't take your panties off for
the illusion - only the hallucination
confusion steering you in opposite directions
streetlights don't guide pedestrians
to heaven
listen to the ghost whispering
over your shoulder reminding you
that you still have that pretty red dress
that thursday jazz cats have yet to use
for inspiration for their next attempt
to define blue notes
do you remember the first time someone
bought you a drink sip whiskey shot
as
he crept away to pray in the bathroom
that you'd fall for his best attempts
it was the first time you undressed without
it was the first time you undressed without
guns drawn because he fooled you into
thinking that you two wanted the same thing
for Christmas
asked yourself what is this and
asked yourself what is this and
how should it feel like
is it real life?!
why have i been drawn to this appeal
(sigh?)
because mama and papa
weren’t there…
they were way over
where?
too busy to teach you that
everyone swears the age of innocence
is short,
and there's little time to be taught about
men, women, snakes & apples
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