***Poem submitted for review for the application for Residency Georgia Fee Award July-August 2013 Paris***
She's a love junkie, whimpering after his cheekbones.
Craving sugar spun sonnets and nonce quatrains,
Stockpiling sestinas and internal rhyme schemes.
She falls on the floor, nodded out little hypoglycemic.
She's a love junkie, wallowing in canker sore bliss,
Poking her tongue in and out the pitted mouth of desire.
Needling along, chain smoking a noodling song, she hovers,
Above her sprawled out form, out of body will-o-wisp.
She's a love junkie, seared in margarita salt and half-rotted limes.
Taunting the boy fresh from re-hab with alcoholic musings
On the metaphysical. Scattershot, spoon-fed, lined in blood,
Nursing on cantilvered moons frosted purple blue.
She's a love junkie, roller-skating around the rink of abandon,
Wearing knee-high argyle socks and pink glitter lip bomb.
Wicked wracked she cackles back, hush baby, cry baby,
Suck it up baby. Red vinyl skirt fucked, shrink wrapped in oh.