woensdag 16 maart 2011

And it felt like prom night...

Her desolate smile
under red lipstick smooches
which covered her cheeks
and a small part of her chin

her eyes woozy
unstable cigarette smoke
shifty rodent
searching nuts

her dress
made of waterfall
missed fresh morningdew
supply of water
showed rocky slides
down south

the armpits
oilwells

the legs
from a collapsing bridge

as she sipped her drink
in the casino lounge
-in a nearby city-

I kissed her
knee high
late in the evening
it felt like prom night

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