Chapter 2 – Catastrophe

17 Jul





Vodka dripping slowly from mouth

To throat, to pale exposed breast

Sound of passion next door

Bed posts knocking down walls

While we paint pretty pictures

With a box of sixty-four

And Walt Disney

Need one more

Just the perfect shade of red

No wax would do

There is no asking in this game

We only learn to like the pain

Now Minnie Mouse wears a

Blood red bow

Playing slow

Hard clear liquid turns to life

Dripping deliberately from

Wrist to mouth

Like a bell it hits the floor

White shoe, red ribbon

Oh, happy morning

Fantastical fantasy

Product of ecstasy

Imagination, concatenations

Abundance of trust

Without it

We may have fainted


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