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 and chaos. You always run down Beale street            naked               and end up visiting a voodoo fairy         with a beer in your hand          and nachos on your face.         Or you end up taking a trip to the Pink Palace           to force yourself inside the shrunken head.         Lock your family in a freezer on the way out of lala land             and 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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