my lips

feel the draw -ring gravit-

ational pull of a clown girl

frown

upside down swinging doll

of a million pirrouettes

sunshine memories and regular showers of

talking

spirited laughter

and cigarette bitter stings.

twisted lemon sours

alcohol burns and acid words

and once they spill

they all at once pray forgivness

white chapel seance screaming

beg for loving

open petal oozes candy gloss

chocolate

and absinthe

call yr name

vagabond hipster bearded

cunt breath

messiah.