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Click hereTokin' female -
boilermaker bitch trippin'
over salty tongues of tequila
basted breath; the worm
squirmin' as kamikaze kisses
rock the cash bar.
Liquor, lick 'er,
never been sicker
of trash talkin' bicker
in a cold cunt's daquiri dreams
The elder bury whine
'neath the burning blunts,
and a slower gin fizzles
through the crushed ice tease.
In toxic, hated prisons
the bong blows peyote prisms
across fade dead to black
and blue bawled reign bows.
Can a bliss haze
blanket mimosa memories
until tomorrow is burned
out and blasted back
to fresh fleshed free fall
fucking?
Want not the wasted knot
of a weed whirled whore -
strung out hash gash
drifting through a long lost life.
play on words.
"...elder bury whine..."
and many others ...still with a point easily seen. Loved it.
v~
from the power and intensity of your words. Nicely done - the images and the alliterations blend so magically here. Brava!
what you could be talking about.
Can I sell you this bridge?
Havin a flashback. Brilliant stuff, imp
Remember that feeling well;
insightful
delightful
but oh the morning after;
no wonder they call it wasted.