for the damaged

[drunkwithpain]

her hairy shoelaces
dangling in thick basted strands
shaking uneven tantamount to
pine needles off a christmas tree
and hanging just low enough to guard her
lacy stilettos of eyelids.
intermittent silences sip like burnt espresso
lingering dank and thick on the backs of yuppie palettes.
"this must be european."
she twists & retwists in and out of knots
naughty next to the open dictionary.
forest green button-downs over explosive
young chests. compressed
by collegiate negligents and saleries superimposed
on foreheads.
a birthday bash decked in angioplasties.
three-quarters in and a bicentennial on the meter.
no fine for walking a way.
summary in the last column on the left
and the blinding whiteness of the plastic-bagged
pristine sneaker rock.
a handprint in cement &
absolution in a frosted glass.