These Rails

Lean in
sit tight
against the
rapturous might
of the gathered, the lean
these Mercedes careen
while I stretch,
wretch and swallow
the urge to ignite
pour more
bubbles glowing
and then to take flight
I’m an animal
bursting
with throbbing detest
so let’s drink, fumble; foolish
make farcical jest
life swoons
around us in
elegant waves
and we pucker our lips,
pour liquor on graves
this is now
this is how
we vibrate in loose time
I’m a brazen, blue child;
in fallacy:
Fine.

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