Wide eyed smile nervosa.
that shimmering golden figure through the fishtank, lights low and slight bit of red wine spilling on to my shirt as you walked toward me in gold sequins and bright golden hair hiding red lips and a cockeye, you smile and the chipped tooth gleams. I stand to allow you to yer seat and as you are seated a man pours you a wine and you immediately spill it and take out the vial and pour the contents onto the table and take a soda straw and bite it in half and like cookie monsters deadbeat cousin cocaine monster you made it disappear. My awe was so well hidden i had to make my similar run to the toilet to do a coin bump of meth and gobble some morphine and as the light 100 cigarette slowly burned i swayed out the bathroom like an afterdate romantic all giddy and silly with love, tie undone, and cuffs rolled up wine stains and cigarette burns lined my jacket and shirt and my shoes had grease stains from my day job as a line cook in a greasy spoon across town where we had broomstick battles and sentimental serenades in the hopeless moonlight of 1980s romantics, the likes of chris deburgh and i was the lady in red with spectacular fake tits and vaseline on my teeth sucking down a slurpee in white gloves and a strand of hair is pulled behind my ear and i am pulled by my arm, hard, to the alley and the slowdance by streetlamp was cut short by the dancing knife fight that rolled through and the NA meeting that let out early and told us to stop burning papers in the trashcan.
