liquor squirts

she's got the liquor squirts and everything hurts,

she sucks up the mud from
sterile water mixed with dirt

she hikes up her skirt then ties a ribbon which is
really a tourniquet to the only place left to get
a hit.

diet coke nose wearing pepsi cola clothes
slurring his speech in each direction this
tepid, cold wind blows

covering a face with panty hose
then robbing a bank in order
to put the currency in his
body.

eating cold soup on a string
looking like an onion ring
dream

nothing nourishing about these
catastrophes

it all simply vaguely stinks-

no need for trophies when all you're doing
is losing

faith at godspeed,

waking up with the shimmy
shakes to the reality
of a fake dream.