Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Cha Cha

Do you smell that?
Yeah I thought it was
on my hands.
Usually it smells more
like bleach here.

Red lights on black vinyl
A jewel turns drunkenly
To catch every stare
Green reflected off cut facets
The symbols and signs of a horned god
Scratched into every mirror
Eyes that blink and change colors

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