Blood on flashing dancefloors;

towards the courts of monochrome

our killer slouches home.

Time is running out, I'm suddenly aware

and the poetry flows -

and so it goes...

The beauty of grit is retrospective.

Strawberry juice on chin

swallowed in one breath

over a mis-shaped tattoo

Tattoos last longer than love;

ink is the blue kiss of death...

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