blow a kiss

Let the dirt hit the vomit on my face
and retch my shoes back up from my lungs
that are lying smoke-tarred on the ground
among the cigarette butts

White lace covered in blood
from a night misspent and unremembered
captured on a camera phone
for the internet to see in the morning light

I am empty lighter promises
my love as empty as the cask of wine
lying punctured in the gutter
drowning the ants unwise enough
to drink the remnants of our misfortunes

Strip me of the holes in my clothes
and leave me alone
to walk home in my underwear
blowing a kiss to the cops

Indie Adams 2014
Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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