Monday, November 2, 2009

doll face

pills
and cheap thrills
and advil stained hands
with stolen completion
of eight marching bands
could you stay
for a bit
in the rain
for a trick
for a doll
it's a call
from the
single minded side of me
fake eyelashes
and your
glowing embers
and i confess:
you are a terrible dinner guest.


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