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By Misti Date: 2002 Aug 17 Comment on this Work [[2002.08.17.19.05.31127]] |
| Emptying various purses for extra change tipping over the little yellow piggy bank and orange grinning plastic Jack-O-Lantern bucket five dollars might get me some dishwasher detergent and a coke and maybe even a SKOR bar but what I really need is some clown makeup and a bunch of balloons so that I can give away free balloons on street corners and make people grimace or maybe chuckle enough to toss some quarters at my feet quarters are gold I love quarters want to make necklaces and bracelets out of quarters so people will think I have my own washing machine I'm always cleaning myself scrubbing away grime time is taking its tired toll and I'm just a troll under the bridge moldy cheese slices in the fridge behind the milk I remember when my skin was silk and I was fine a Valentine papercut smutty with erotic kohl lined magnetic beauty sooty from sifting through too many ashes batting my lashes for a compliment and a hand squeeze I was happier as a tease delivering door-to-door a hard-knock whore didn't grant me immortality or even a box of chocolates a minute of relief from Wal-Mart alarm clock redneck culture shock BINGO schlock mediocre madness in oak lined suburbia far from city lights and endless nights of touching and rubbing and licking the eight coil foiled again by cheap gin and a fixed card game I'm not the same starry eyed easy piece of melting flesh meshing is impossible where is the romance in separate separate zero zero |