Public pictured indiscretion;
lost their handler in the roar of
China White’s.
Cries to Blake "please don’t leave me"
and gets finger-mouse to say the words.
It’s a whole new kind of cocktail
the Jimmy Hendrix rocktail.
She’s not all that methadone pretty
drags a sticky-lip fag with the bendy ash,
he’s that junk boy pale sketched in sallow pastels.
We forgive them both for their liquorice voices
with his lightbulb moments rhymed by his vices
and the laugh of punching reporters with the
crystal taste of happy still in his mouth.

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