lounge lizard love

he tasted of stale beer
sweet cigars
cheap lipstick

he was part of the throwaway culture
but she had picked him up
placed him in her shopping cart

she wanted to preserve the tack
put intransigence in bronze

she wore polyester proudly
strutted her trophy
throughout smoky lounges

he let himself be captured

she smelled like vanilla
Juicy Fruit gum
and his cigars

she let herself be captured

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