Dark can, glitzy stripper
on a victory lap, blunt smell of synthetics.
Heartbreak, heartbreak, someone
must have paid for this.
Nerves light like a spool of fishing thread.
Rodeo Clown, Drive-by Aspirations,
please wear name tags; I can never tell
which one has the runny nose
and which the funereal sense of humour.
Hold me tighter, Cherry
Cola. Stop letting go.