2012
05.23
05.23
Plastic titties bouncing
along the boardwalk,
fake baked
flesh,
future leather handbags
waiting to be harpooned
by a whaler gent
collect rays in the surf.
I love their hair,
tangled from salt
and bleach
teeth bright in the California
heat.
I want them all,
knowing reputations
heartbreakers waiting to make a tourist
trapped,
but I left my heart at home.
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