Liquid Flash

this catastrophe is retarded
their trying to set me up which is laughable
how many layers in Enigma
i'm always switching my jewlry
last night at some ball these boots i War.
looking over at a pack of flashing bulbs
all yours sweetie pie
just like my drink that tastes like a armed martini
was her kiss for me.
leaving the chaos in my jacket
i hope someone doesn't read that spill
cause i think i just took it
shamelessly, weather in its down pour
wet as a monk.
tied to the silver alignments of the clouds
momentarily speaking
this hip full tide of indigo wash, is fabric softner
for my shirt, impermeable chest i keep
looking up with those lasher eyelids
her hair flipped sideways to the
star
of so many ephemeral.