lady day...

Candelebra
...the distance between our bodies a
misconception of conspiracy passed down, the
deep recesses of pieces of spirit, heavy as Russian
Vodka, though the tongue kiss of insanity
...as she moved around the coffee table she
suspended arms now deemed mouths, mouths
twirling into the room, as the light went out, we
had called the book shelf spacial region of heaven,
which meant her eating pages of paper on the top
shelf reaching in the dark, with mutterings of the
Book of Dreams, and then Molly's monologue of
Joyce she starts reciting off head... ending with the
words Yes! as she took off her shirt, bra, knickers
and ran downstairs outside screaming: the hills
have eyes... the ambulance seemed to arrive like
they were watching... they took her away, with her
yelling: ...can we escape from the hooliganism of
our desire, naked!
...Ordog pens notes against a purple binder
held close to his chest, red pen in hand, peering
over glasses towards man spread eagled butt
cheeks like ivy... quietly sliding in a bright red pill,
and then squeezing the man's cheeks together,
goods as new, said Ordog...
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