Angelina
by U.V.Ray
eyes hollow
as two smoke ring halos
exhaled from the muzzle
of a double barrel shot
gun
burned out
on a diet of cigarettes
& crack with
drawal
amber streetlights
torn stockings
lipstick & hairtrigger
orgasms
touching the crucifix
around her neck
she says
the only way out
is stone cold
dead
or by divine miracle
but she knows
that isnt going to happen
because god
just doesnt pay the rent
that way
April 9th, 2009 at 2:01 am
Frankly, I wish Mr. Ray would write some shitty poetry for a change, because I am running out of quaint compliments to proffer.
Another excellent bit of verbally-painted reality from one of the few poets worth reading. Writers, take note: this is how it’s done.
April 26th, 2009 at 9:01 pm
Powerful images. Love this.
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