Polly Wants No Cracker

New poem.

Eats you alive
Leaves the walls shook and ground unsteady
A woman too good for you
She’s walked on hot coals
to force you to listen to the wailing
makeup or makeup-less, bony exhibitionist
red light in a cloud of cigarette smoke
too good for you
Feeds you knowledge in angry sex
Leaves you shaken
Eats you alive 
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