the way electric light sulks
in her gothic spires of hair
the twisted tubes of neon
that spell her lips: unhappy hour
for the Factory girl
festooned with broken spiderwebs
a nylon net from Primark
to replicate the Rubik intersections
on Gruyere veined thighs
her blood low-cal, non-alcoholic
beneath lumpy pancake mix
vampire with Valderma sheen,
high on benzyl peroxide
and down with the un-dance
Comments
Cavalcaderl | September 14, 2009 - 18:56
New WilkeyBarkid
congrats; on the cherry I see turned out good Happy Hour?
It certainly was un-happy hour.
You never know factories festooned
with broken spiderswebs, what they
put in mixes do you? I know people
worked in a factory sponges, and me once
doing cables, and electrical equipment!
julie x cavalcader (:-