Of Sherbet and Gin, tasted your skin.
Blood alcohol’s begun to thin,
to the gun in his mouth’s searing chagrin.
Trauma-bound Saturday, once again.
Damaged hearts in screaming din,
when darkness find each other, within.
When lips first touched? Sweet melody – so loud
A circus: two clowns.
Now Vivian would be so proud,
she’s gorgeous in black, so arrogant,
still too damn proud!
in her Westwood shroud…