17 July 2005

to dollar highballs

on the way to th candles
looking for a ring sparkle against th tanqueray
each time her reach goes

far into th dull shapes of uncut diamonds

mountains of skin and small town attitude
get down to so many more gin
and speak up if your friends were here
so many more
and speak up alone

get up stand up on the wooden bar

high hips bucking one drink at a time
she shouts :: ' i'm actually quite boring '

everyone smiles & shrieks
for a second

split / becomes laughs

later is indefinitely out on th sidewalk
w/ th crystallized widows hung in streetlamps
come over / might as well
gotta go by
to get home

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