burning star
sizzling tin foil
beneath the pulsing
orange glow
funky rhythms
in my hands sexy
sally and chloe
the last
beacons that could
successfully sustain me
in the briefest contentment
sad but
not anything more
than disappointed
thinking that this might
be where a grounding faith
could hold me here
in this last light
the orange glow
(clink clink) blow.
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