Mattress on the floor
Dark circles under eyes
So hard to even read or write
I tend to make
Mistakes
At the end of my shift
But I don't tempt or kiss
Dreaming of phrases and moments
Proclaiming, undulating
In my spinning lofty
Rainbow colored head.

Blood soaked ****** floor
You wanted to see the light
In my eyes, my soul
Flicker on and off
Play an accordion
To the sounds of me
Letting go of all the
Wart covered toads.

There was a mural on the wall
My favorite of them all--
I wish the sun layed here next to me
His breath heavy, meaningful
The mural--a beautiful
Long wavy haired blonde woman
A red rose inbetween her fingertips
Her mouth like a violent stain
As a cowboy man, holding a guitar
Watched her back from afar--
I would stand at the foot of this mural
Memorizing and photographing
The contour and color, her red lustful
Dress
"I want to look like that somebody"
I would whisper to myself, at a young ripe age.

Scratches on my forehead
Leaping for rhe frisbee--too tired to recognize
Goodness
A *******, the sunshine gleams and grabs my hand
I'm at my best
When I waltz.

Alabama grass and money all around
Close my eyes--gypsy filled room
I committed the worst deed
As men at the bar taunt and tease
I hope you will always all remain my
Boys of the summer.

No threat, just kept
My heart, bulbous and so lively
But I need a hand to hang this
Painting, build this bed off the ground
I try to loathe
Correction.
Love
Me.
Forget cut up hats
And having my lips shushed
Holes in the wall next to my head
Or bribery filled with distant trips
That never existed
But thank you, thank you
For making me
The powerful *****
I am today.

I don't need any whiskey
Or glowing ****

Tonight.