‘Lolita Take 2’
The crystal meth, her buried breath, burnt belongings and bothering behaving’s.
Stir-ups and candy cream cocktails – a shame to see her waste away – that way / this way / every which way, and the cut of the fashion-forward foreword of a tiny little Lolita girl only she doesn’t know best any more than the next great pretender.
A generous albeit lying man with hands on fire. By the laying of her naked and suggestive self, she will sell his soul to the stampeding devil at their boomerang doorstep
Even if she loves him twice as hard as the last.
Wyoming territory and it smells of engaging sex and upside-down juvenile delinquency, only with a romantic, filmic twist this time.
Pause, freeze-frame and tumbleweeds at the crack of the looking-glass window, wherein the neighbours go to feed their fond and hungry, platonic, fucked up souls for themselves.
Everyone is a winner baby, it’s only you who we’ll soon be losing.