Marilyn's Red Lipstick

A glossy smile glue-guns the 

Inner ruins, doll-paint thick and 

Sickly, run like blood; a haemorrhage,

A miscarriage. 


Butchered and barbiturated 

Bits of stardust; sugar-blond lady,

Chanel and angelic light,

A film of romance, 

A coat of red,

All luxe and love-starved,

Deaden the scarlet,

Some like it hot. . . 

The End

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