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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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R.C. EDRINGTON
Edie in name only we married lost alone inside the false New York chic of a heroin tainted dream & like a thin wisp of smoke that dissipates from a tinfoil square chased thru a sliced soda straw love drifted back to reflect the emptiness from which it came I in want only of my barefoot rain drenched waif treading charcoal puddles down suicide stained New York alleyways begging for that final glorious fix but you, Dear Edie refused to be my black & white Warhol splashed like graffiti on a 2nd story warehouse wall you always so much more than a plaid skirt in patent leather knee high boots shaking your heart shaped ass at trolling cabs & I always so much less than ashes you'd flick bored from candy apple lipstick smeared Benson & Hedges menthol cigarettes RC Edrington's poetry can be found at http://edrington.blogspot.com |
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