Supernoir/Grisly Girl Headshot

It’s a tight circle a strange deviation

and I might die in the shuffle like Harlow

as I overnight ragcurl and victory roll

the platinum arm of the law.

You could not choose between the gold-digger and me

when I still believed in my life

like soft porn it depended on light.

We drank some rum my white blonde a halo

I sketched her striped dress and the house,

the house made us listen to records.

You whipped my haunches so hot and so dreamy

I forgot where I was. I stumbled the path.

I faked my own death.

Spiders are waterproof over the concrete

baby stars absorbing my blood.

I’m too impatient to lighten as desired

to dissolve that bad year to let you ride

when I, lemon fresh

am not quite called to anything.

Bees die when they sting you not when they sting me

and I keep the fake diamond

the French cigarette

humming rum baby, run from the destruction

or from that someone destruction will fuck.

#JessieJaneshek #poetry