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I Am Santo

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She’s wallowing in accordant sin
The magnificent din
Of misspent fortune.

Drinks lap-spilled and drunk.
Bleary-eyed sunrises stung.
Lace mesh dilettante hung,
Filched climax, lyrics hummed

But never sung.
She’s come undone.
Fingers uncoiled from the last rung.

Crying among
Ripples of fresh sun
Tears return to where she’s from.

The lapping waves
Dismiss a chaos haze.
A memory maze,
Too many lost days.

Her mind cranks, overturning,
An engine on fire, burning;
A soul whirring, spurning,
Each decision, court adjourning

For the verdict is clear,
Cracked lips, each swallow a sear,
Tiny pains from the auctioneer
She bid highest, without fear.

But lying prone at dawn
Another night alone gone,
Absent key and verse of that song

Longed for in her heart
But ignored from the start.
The invitation to embark
Beckoning waves impart

An imagined goodwill,
Abandoned for the acrid swill,
Another drink downed until
The jury’s had its fill

Of her lies;
Gavel struck eyes.
A body despised
Dry dock anesthetized.

Wake up, baby
The Angels are waiting.
Wake up, lady
The waves are breaking.


To have the opportunity to work with the enigmatic and hilarious @theuncenvoredstripper is like winning the lottery. Her images are deeply affecting and her stories even more so. That said, I wanted to challenge myself to tell a story in a totally different way she does to one of her stellar images. Hopefully it compliments as well as one of her own tales.

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