Wanting We

Brown eyes pink nipple clipped strides monochrome minty green mochito mean

Wanting waiting wailing weaning

Look up no, and then again down like so, flick hair, flutter eyes, come closer Miss Demise

Pill popping drug store hopping

Uppers downers lighters frowners

Dagga pipes and salsa bars

Broad back small feet

Damn baby

Looks good enough to eat

Another sip another crack another noose around my neck

Fritz Chrysler, Jim Jones, slim shady fragile bones

Curly hair pointed nose – hair any which way the wind blows

Arching back, scraping skin, mmm let ecstasy begin