little pieces

paper cuts

live wires

taken away

a little at a time

shoulder bags from Auchan

when paris was paris

home of lovers the free

santa pola beaches

dos noches & move on

any public sign that says no

pints for less than a dollar

girls coming in fast

not looking for more

than yesterday

green eyes holding clear

girls with red easy braids

fire in their soul

glass marbles

rolling across the floor

blondes with no discretion

hearts of coal

needing booze & fucks

no conversation

those feelings

Saturday night

is gonna be special

& then it is