The Shining in Memphis

 

 

You        kissing me    right before banging your head           on the wall while screaming   red rum, red rum, red rum. That is the way I wish to leave        through destruction chaos. You always run down Beale street      naked               end up visiting a voodoo fairy a beer in your hand     nachos on your face. You take a trip to the Pink Palace                      force yourself  inside the shrunken head. Lock your family   in a freezer      on the way out of lala land           ensure that the neighbors can’t hear               the terror          in their snow muffled screams. But not before you take that body                     from earlier in the day            the one belonging to the dead bouncer                        who resembled your father so well                 and dump it                 into the Mississippi.

 

 

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