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