By: Alex Severino
I rented a room in the Sam Culbertson Mansion last night
and the only mark of me left after the checkout was my
purple wine insignia
splatter painted across the ceiling
Shattered the poor bottle in a stand up glass case
Half in my stomach and the rest spent.
As the Merlot dried, I removed the
courtesy containers of shampoo
spilt the liquid soap in matching
fingered fucked the faucet levers
Steamy suds overflowing
a Table spoon each –
Blue Hawaiian Punch.
Trust falling-psycho analytic-arm rest
Pillow propped-Golden tassels
Tangy sweet-Fruity pebble braids.
I wish there were stripper hoes in the shower
washing off the walls riddled in wine with white towels,
wearing only dream catcher earrings and black hair
ties that pony up their scalps.
Partido, for you, my friend says.
I shake his hand and resume.
Sad boy music to Paid in Full Too, full movie
muted on repeat paired with Penny Loafers!
The film. The dancing woman in black & white.
LITE BRITE pieced together on top a silver initialed plate in
the image of Fredo Santana. 300
decks of cards, rock sliding the edges of a newly embroidered
seat. I lie in a bed built of books, Picatrix and Grimoires.
Game-boy color games and rusted coke spoons. The clock reads
6:54. This the moment I was born.