sunburned & sober & such

a promenade of ceiling fans
casting a gale, brown shutters stale
orange light climbs in

with a sudden, instant leap
on blood-splattered faces, wait
that's just blood.
you searchlight, you
with your 50 watt hair and you 1,000 watt stare,
pulling a man unwilling to fare
eternal halloweens as a grizzly bear.
on your body sunburned and sober and such.

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