A breastplate stellarium glints warming air, then
Weird nun in tangerine lipstick
Beckons with creaking digits
Catching hesitation
She curtsies gamely and pumps her fist high into the desert sky
WOOHOO!
Taut red tent looms above gray flatness
Drawing eyes, limbs, organs to sheltered salon
Demons drink gin, empathize with Faeries
Slender genders bend and beverage
"A nonsense, waiter!"
Teetering
Tittering
Tea
Dancing dazed, tilting toward oblivion
Fading, falling, failing
Down low, below curve of decency and fair fortune
Bring bellylaff to beat the dead
Confiscated contraband fuels forts of fire across avenue
Shining beacon of destiny in dusty plain
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