You're polished glass.
Beauty.
Running your wet finger around the rim -
toying, playful.
Dammit, just shatter my heart/
my ears.
Get it over with.
I wanna swim with live buzz-saws.
I want to lick that AC outlet.
We need to taste True Voltage.
The pinballs are all pregnant
rolling thru a neon hell
that a bored loser created
and I'm dropping another quarter
hoping not to tilt too far.
Is she a juke or a game?
Who cares?
I'm still awake.
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