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Noosense
as if boredom was not enough temptation
all the empties of Grey Goose
and the tinfoil shreds
crushed in embedded
to the runners character
the underwear like wrappers
scattered
and make up mirror
coated in its sticky prints
lip drool
and residue
the room heavy with musk
perfume and old sweat
thrills
doorknobs hangar bars
and doors
lifted for the rush above
the floor
crushed into the pillows
with brilliant lush lip gloss
smeared
bruised knees and hip
hop alibis
damp twisted towels
and bloodshot eyes
Ive got to get my broken
foot to heal
crashed with my little fan
on my drug laced visions
and exhaustion
slip in to lay quick with
me...some words
and away
the wind in the wild trees
make me smile
like the cherry tootsie pop
here...you can have this
the collection of treasures
and treats to the shrine
I work your back feeling
you relax
while a moon plays peek a boo
with cool summer clouds
our climax was fast cars and
dangerous stupid stunts
but we were good
and lucky
the rush monitored
a careful eye
everyone is their own
femme fatale muse
horror movie tragic
scene
ophelia never had it
so good
as Othellos object
and in another era
another generation
it was the mixture of
the tincture
....
everyone wants to
feel the edge wavering
of the ultimate high
because its all been
so done before
only as authentic
as authentic