She had a strange kind of presence. Restrained but still wild.
Someone said she’d been a star as a child. All that was left was this druggy despair. She had a ribbon on her wrist and chains in her hair.
There was bloodsucker blues in the lobby at dusk.
She blew smoke in my face and it felt like a bus.
The chef cut his finger off. The waiter got fired.
I only took notes to try to come
off inspired.
She was quick on the uptake and slow on the train.
The conductor roused us awake on the plains.
We got off in Katonah because she thought it was Spain.
She handled disappointment pretty well.
It takes 1 2 3 drinks
And now she’s not so frightened. Ittakes4 and5and6
And then she’s sick.
But in the hour in between
She feels holy and redeemed.
Blessed and blissful. Painless and serene.
She had a strange kind of presence.
She had blood on her lips.
Someone said she’d been a star as a kid. She said she wrote stories.
I’m not sure she did.
She said she wrote screenplay. I’m not sure she did.
She said she wrote novels. Man, I know that she didn’t.
It takes 1 2 3 drinks
And now she’s not so frightened.
It takes 4 and 5 and 6
And then she’s sick.
But in the hour in between
She feels holy and redeemed.
Blessed and blissful. Painless and serene.
She left the room to put on her face.
I went through her purse. It was all pills and mace.
She said its so hard to choose between space and time.
She mostly just smoked and drank wine.
She had a strange kind of presence. Restrained but still wild.
Someone said she’d been a star as a child. All that was left was this druggy despair. She had a bow on her wrist and chains in her hair.
It takes 1 2 3 drinks
And now she’s not so frightened.
It takes 4 and 5 and 6
And then she’s sick.
It goes 7 8 9
For a while I thought she died.
But she was smiling when she was rolling back her eyes.
I woke up at four and she wasn’t in bed. There was a fire in the kitchen and it felt like my head.
She didn’t leave a note just some cigs
in the sink.
I went down to the bar and came back with three drinks.
She had a strange kind of presence. Restrained but still wild.
Someone said she’d been a star as a child.


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