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Kaya (fatal kiss)

gather round, you lonely ones, you broken hearted;
you drifters with a shaky finger on the trigger, you
femme fatales, with your standard issue mace &
switchblades, ready to stick every pig who tries to
grab a cheap feel, because his sexy eyes & his words
are exactly like the last carnal Casanova who stole
your candy & left you singin the blues in the night,
goat-footed dancer & back alley romancer.

gather round, & I will finesse you the low-down:
don’t invest in the love market, it’s a losing
proposition. save your quarters for the jukebox;
ride the night on the gentle surf of sad songs, easy
to dance to & always faithful.

play it again, Savannah, while I killshot this bottle of
Crow & toast the evanescent Doll who flirts with me
in the back-bar mirror. you’re long gone, baby, but
your slutty eidolon lingers, in saloon reflections; in the
windshield, as the silky summer rain drips down your
cheeks like make believe tears.

I reckon I used to be a man, till your cheap imitation of
amour shanked me into a tin soldier to fight off the
dragons of your discontent: chemical cocktails, back rent,
& lesbian lovers who wouldn’t let go.

your kisses were the warrant that garroted my reason &
nobility, & smothered the fire in my gut. packed my heart
in a crown of thorns, shipped it to the oubliette where jilted
lovers go; I look in the mirror & it doesn’t look back.

when I found you
I lost myself…

Written by JohnFeddeler
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