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fix your floral bow tie

you're top hat is too
tight and you're uvula is knocking
against the knick neck
the drugs are failing you
and the trip becomes
bloated until the beer settles
into your cardigan buttons
bet on
the painted mullet
laughs into the leather interior
of her thighs
the vein swells bluebad
mad across the bridge of my nose
and she with her fine leather
and new car smell
carries steel on her face
and mescaline in your pocket
scratch me until i can live under
your nails
and burrow into you
creeping like pin worms
but your sandbox litter
races the rental
where the midget makes love
to the flaming angel
with a tuna in the
thirty pound purse
til the lesbian curses
you with beer cans
lets go swimming until
the trumpets end
carry her back to the
dealer and take your cash
for clunky bait slut
the doctoral dancer leaves
her string on the yellow line
and leash the swine
for the shower.