the collapsing stars
left too far west
of the brilliant city
Faces claiming wrinkles
like trophies and petrified candy.
Tacones;
red lipstick
no one questioned their
clever bobs and pearl earings.
It was on Tuesday Maggie
opened Pandora's box of
pin up memories.
The paint curling off the pages
and peeling off her eyes.
Seeing things that were
once brass plated and shiny
like a freak show.
Come stare at the lasting
shades of VanGough's night....
peculiar desire to sever
Extremities such as ears or noses.
Pressed between the window panes
someone lost the bud
of their youth
only distorted glass reflections
will come to taunt
remember when's...
one last word from Johnny Cash
and the leaning hearts
fell into house arrest.
close all the windows
the crickets left
to mourn the missing sound
of black pumps in empty halls.
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