Monday, September 7, 2009

home is where the drug dealer is.

with a doll headed sigh her dress was torn from his crown of thorns between her thighs

when everything falls up into place unto the shelf of memories gold plated plastic trophies of bad decisions past who had colgate smiles and drove SUV's to their lovers houses while their wives baked them apple pies and bought them anniversary sets of golf clubs and hallmark patented emotions.

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