SEW TIME IS BEING A BITCH AGAIN

seated at the plastic rigid table
scratching her right psalm
skin forming in polluted coffee
monsters flaying the cartoon suicides
laughter flown in from yesterday's parasite
salted circles regimented too every shuffled step
her T Shirt bled across neon letters
blunted cigarette stained tendrils reached into fantastic rites
static whispers sending zipped shocks
halos hung around the skinless wrists
mapped routes dance along stale blue graves
we awoke to left over vodka labels frosted to mirrored glass
the stairs had rotted overnight
revealing a nasty little joke stranded unvarnished
light murdered in early surrender
rolling over the steel torturous springs
facing each other i notice dark smiles placed
in a stone henge of whiskey bottles
we steal time before it can be the bitch
then i see it
Another hole in my Superman suit

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you're friggin' amazing......been reading you......don't comment often......apologies cyber-friend.......this is a stellar example of immaculate word choices creating phrasing that truly elevates!!......be well dear poet sister......and thank you for the ride........peace.....T xo
Ps. STELLAR music choice......she's a personal hero of mine ??✴❤?
cheers Tony -Laurie Anderson is way out there-
once again a poem based on a very wild lady that once graced my journey
wild wild women -music and whiskey -
very kind of you to comment means alot
Hello terry terri...
The hole in your Superman suit says active...
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Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
Hugs...
sparrowsong
love them hugs cheers