song

only the best girls only two forty
vivid in slurred indignation
collapsed mid-mince sand creeps beneath toenails

only the best curls only two forty
sister’s ripped fishnets lipstick scabs
drenched in the strobe lights wetsuit haemorrhage

thick paper crushes ugliness against glass
oily flesh drips in watercolour
the artist weeps
the paint dries solid blue but he can sing a rainbow