a promenade of ceiling fans
casting a gale, brown shutters stale
orange light climbs in
slowly
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.
cool-musty-settle-dust
on your body sunburned and sober and such.
nobody likes you
6 years ago
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