December 2008
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Cinderella, intoxicated
Among the masked guests I am the thief cheap alcohol grants me eyes to see the dim horizon beyond the shore, the broken gates the world ignores. These hands are reminders of failure: I reached out to you, I had nothing to offer but nightmares and need; after a long waltz you left me on the floor to bleed. Midnight sounds, it pulses in the air shattered glass litters the steps, a drop of red on...
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like the space needle
One joy ride straight to the top on a shaft of sky, a glass elevator. Push all the buttons, stop on every floor, sip the laughter, snatches of love that slip through pneumatic doors. When it rains you trace the droplets dry smearing the pane with fingerprints, touching desireless. Shooting up takes your breath away. Breathe: lungs processing sterilized air, the generator hums as we ascend ...