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.

Capillaries fused.

Occlusion abound.

Valentine mist.

Intoxicant cloud.

When lips first touched? Sweet melody – so loud

Unfinished.

Unsought.

A circus: two clowns.

Now Vivian would be so proud,

she’s gorgeous in black, so arrogant,

still too damn proud!

Stumbling on

in her Westwood shroud…