• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 10
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Collagen decoupage

she could eat the world - if she chose it
brandishing lip lolly
the hand of a Charlie's Angel
attempts to reapply blind slick
to the overspilling gossip gloss
of a rose frosted cupid
rudderless; as wind diminishes
like a sag end cadence
teetering on the brink
the tooth mint paste of spinnaker
begins to unfold and Riviera dreams
are held in the hands of a flick stuck Fonda.
Lilliputian lemmings - they draw straws
For who will go below
trapped in a weekend supplement
awaiting the decoupage slap and glue
Of a new companion.