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San Francisco St.
Contributed by
drapes
on
Monday, 15th December 2014 @ 08:42:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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Sirens wail through black night.
Lives intersect at crosswalks –
Midnight crawlers under moon shadows.
Glasses in the windows –
Pink cocktail matches lush lipstick.
Unbuttoned flannel – like maybe
the sting of autumn air will
tingle tongue and throat
like 80 proof liquid silk.
Toes twitch, eyes beg silently
For a splash of ethanol over cracked knuckles.
Glass lips. Something (else).
Sleep will come
as a raging freight whistle
drowns out the
tick, tick, tick
of a restless heart.
10.2, day 28
Copyright ©
drapes
... [
2014-12-15 20:42:22] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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