cheryl rainbeaux smith
pounds lava bubbling drums
thru the foggy heads of joan
jett's ghoulishly lost ancestors
heroin is bloody holy water
heroin boxes homelessness
& always wins by more than a fist
cheryl rainbeaux smith pom-poms
poppies up thru sunny l.a. graveyard grass
lemora laughs they tickle
lemora remembers freckles
over lila's breasts
heroin spits at god
heroin is a zombie bus driver
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