here’s to those louche lounge lizards
and licentious feline derelicts
who propped me up to dip my pockets
and barfly angels who furnished me with flesh
but were blameless in my corruption
nothing appealed to me like everything
and having everything I wanted more
because every pleasure seems attainable
when you’re a drunkard and a whore
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Vivid, vivid imagery and every word was the perfect word and counted, was important to this poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Mimi - yor comment is very much appreciated.
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