angels*sailors

angels and sailors, rich girls, backyard fences, tents.
dreams watching each other narrowly, soft luxuriant cars.
girls in garages, stripped. out to get liquor
and clothes. jumped, humped, born to suffer,
made to undress in the wilderness .. 

always a playground instructor, never a killer.
always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over.
he maneuvered two girls into his hotel room,
one a friend, the other,
the young one, a newer stranger,
vaguely mexican or puerto rican.
she's trying to rise. story of her boyfriend,
of teenage stoned death games,
handsome lad, dead in a car.

confusion, no connections.
come here.. I love you. 
peace on earth, will you die for me? 
eat me.
this way.
the end.

if you'll only show me far arden again,
im surprised you could get it up.
he whips her lightly, sardonically.
"haven't i been through enough?" she asks,
now dressed and leaving.

the spanish girl begins to bleed,
she says her period, it's catholic heaven.

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 rip legend