Vibrating head through auric field 

Soft skin tightly wound to cutting bone

Blushing cheeks a taunting ruse

 

Doe-eyed glare with parted pout 

Sable locks unfurling further riddles

Proving herself a most suitable muse 

 

A sweated mop of tousled curls 

Carved a cool silhouette across

The hazy photon curtain blur 

 

Through which a strange hand 

Calloused by cigarette and string

Proudly extended itself to her 

 

Thwarted into lilted void a droning

Lit up brightly by arena torches 

City to city feigning delight 

 

Her long, bony fingers 

Tackied by mousse and spirit elixirs

Beat together in applause each night

 

Soon blood traded place 

For endearments in her 

Crooked lipstick mouth 

Plaster crumbling kissing fist

Some sudden 

              

               click 

 

The sobered cause for pious doubt 

 

               No more of that “faggot junkie trip.”

 

Left to graze the underbelly 

Of the West Side Highway 

Sniffing for cock n’ skag 

To carry her another day 

Toward a birth rite demise 

Ever so common for girls like Ray