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By Misti Date: 2003 Jun 26 Comment on this Work [[2003.06.26.14.52.18337]] |
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suckered into another vortex i am vanquished an anemic vampire in black shades and moon dripped rags i feel myself puckered around his totem pole i know his stake too well i am tuckered out luckless as always my menstrual jello is not his delicacy of choice there is no voice to this third-degree burn desire that scoffs at aloe vera and SPF 15 the sweaty sheen of lies leaves my disguise in the West Mesa dust no voice i trust but i have never heard the sound of slaughtered rabbits old habits die hard and are reincarnated as pizza delivery boys with nipple pierced girlfriends who know "Your Arsenal" by heart i say i will not take part in this dance any longer but the song remains my noose no apple juice can quench this schizophrenic thirst. |