I just got drunkdialed by
A blond in a corvette
Parked on a hillside overlooking the sunset.
She said to me,
“Buy diamonds,”
But I’m broke.
She’s like champagne bubbles.
She’s softly flavored and
I like to imagine her
Drunkenly caressing the dashboard-
Leather, black and jet smooth.
There is a snowy crust
That runs along the sides of
My porch, my perch.
I am staring at the starburst
Explosion,
A veil of intoxicating chemicals,
falling over my face.
And I feel drunk like her too.
I want to buy her green diamonds cuffs,
To slip over her slim pink wrists.
And I’ll toss her around by them
And write manic novels dedicated to her.
Her gift to me is sentiment.
Mine to her I do not know,
But her voice murmers on,
And I imagine putting my cold hands
Against her warm skin.
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