singing the polecat with technicolor hair
as she reclined with heavily painted eyelids
I saw the sensuous scene etched on the screen
preparing to be flecked with bright wet brushes
as she touched her tongue to the tip to begin
I saw the bible with soot-smudged pages
banging against the blinds in her bedroom
as she rubbed the canvas with a black rag
I saw the spill of shimmering viscous liquid
dripping down the tips of her stained fingers
as she shuddered at the sound of the shatter
I saw the string of shining prayer beads
resting softly on her cigarette paper neck
as she kissed the canvas
"i won't let her good body go to waste"
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