fourteen dollars the hard way

beat like the whack beats in the overpopulated disco

strobe blown disorientation assisted

like a mismatched drink and drug combination

need to step out for some air

she's a ten but she's faceless

she looks like she's in love with a dickhead

everybody keeping their distance

swimming heads, spare voices

maybe a muted wave here or there

when photographs blur into motion

the hazy colors drip dry in fragrant puddles

and she's the gravity of the room

the confident sway to percussion

the lush thump to thump

the hushed stare inside

quieter like Dean Moriarty in his New York pages

so Red, another bottle

everything's eternal except eternity, you know i

love to watch the girlies dance

it's just i hate the songs they dance to

Reviews

[tigerclaw]

This is powerful stuff..love your style of writing.

[Christie Moses]

The world through your eyes ;) Its quite fascinating.
You need to write a book.