Tyler Nova
Grey Swan Song
Black-feathered factory girl,
Whisper from martini glass,
Giggle from booth shadow,
Smile reflected in shine of chrome-
Glide on coconut oil over skin and sink in,
Turn hair Harlow gold,
Weigh shoulder down with faux-luxe faux fur-
Clap-stab blood glitches piss on white self-deception:
Expired meat in a bustling market makes everyone sick, so waste it,
Throw out a mouldering carcass in cocktail-hour Calvin Klein
WhiteRoom
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Dedicated to Saint Jennifer, Patron of Righteous Revenge, in memory of her too-human sister
Cassandra in silver,
Glitch and fade through sick pink ice:
Battered Wuornos twin stripped bare,
Pulsate and glitter at 3 am when
Trouble throbs under Hemera’s skin and
Worlds untold open, and the world told opens too!
City-lover tells secrets,
Catching in rats’-nest wig,
Poker-melt red nimbus warns-
Eating orchids at bottles-and-models parties,
Fashion-Week outsider, scry silence-cell window and wonder at
Denouement escape-
Dirt
Vomit blowjobs
Scream in ecstasy while they watch and splash a cupful of urine at turned back,
In floor-dirt
Little-girl animal headboard to a
Stained mattress-
Snowfall-
Static-
Hush.
