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jazz hell murder ballad
A dream of teeth in milk
The lipstick brim bleeding smiles within
How long has it been?
Since the tongue snatched from a tepid skin
Licked the glass and tipped the hours
Pulling shapes smudging flowers
Across a putrid sky
Which wildly runs and drives the dives
Flying sweet bloodied sheet kites.
How lovely is a smile from the past?
I always wish I’d save the best to last.

A brazen cheat jugulated by a stud-heeled sheath
Spits and writhes sighing silent sighs
For the itch and wires.
I’m as still as a bullet knowing no time or sin
Shot. Gaudy. Bilious. Barrel hell.
This hole will be our ring.
 
 
 
© 2007 andrew plummer
 
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