She had plasticine legs.

Hey Beautiful.

She sways.

What’s your day job?

Sometimes you’re talking to someone

in your head, and they look at you,

and you realize you’re

talking to that part of you

that you see in her.

The lead singer is doing this thing

with his thighs

and his guitar and

his fingers and

I think

this could be some life.

Middle of the night, walking coma,

sticky with the smell of stranger sweat and

being pulled on stage because

you were lucky

to get close enough.

Hey plasticine legs, tell me your secret

how do you get so

silky smooth.

I smile at her and she smiles at

the person behind me and

I guess it’s time to go home.

This isn’t much for me

anyways.

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