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RC EDRINGTON
Pretty Little Mess you vampiric little mime with your sad cliché of smudged black eyeliner & charcoal blackened lips, polished red leather mini-skirt & bra shines like cheap plastic in this forced terrace moonlight. I'll write books about the 3 a.m. nosebleeds & tissues tossed like tampons in your kitchen trash & the antique Betty Boop cigarette case chalky white with that poorly cut cocaine you hide beneath your microwave. so roll your vacant 23 year old spoiled brat eyes at my tired life at my barrio whores & junkies at my low rent criminal friends, all you really want my Prozac numbed wrist slit Juliet is to capture me in your deluxe 3 bedroom condo cage as tho I'm some lost hopeless romantic poster child for tortured artist. an artist I'm not despite how much of your dead daddy's cash you stuff like sluttish fingers into the front pocket of my frayed jeans crumpled like an old love letter on your bedroom floor as I sleep to dream of somewhere & someone else. I am exactly who & what I am nothing more-nothing less but sometimes when I'm buried deep inside of you-- my eyes clenched shut against that stupid pentagram tattoo stain between your tender shoulder blades, I wonder who & what exactly you think you are. I need to believe your moonlight brushed wide adobe eyes failed to blink closed when Renee registered a hidden vein & melted the heroin like tortilla lard into my decade pure blood, that drunken Saturday night I skin popped a ¼ gram, Summer cried black mascara prison bars onto our pillow & swore to leave said everyone would blame her dope demons for re-awaking mine, so tonight you hold me like a fallen brittle idol you fear may shatter & swear you love me & that Summer only cried because she didn’t want to share her dope. RC Edrington's poetry can be found at http://www.spentmeat.com/edrington.html His poetry site is at: http://spentmeat.com |
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