traces.

she smells like cigarettes. she smells just like gold.
as nothing should be. rewind.
looks pretty but smells like iron.
and wine.

sparkles.
but no fuckin'moth.

a quartet, string quartet.
sings and dances while music stubbornly plays.
no lights.

turn on the bright lights and let me be nakedobserved by the whole clownd.
not the whole world.
'cos that's too much for just a guy that smells like a big baby.
with cigarettes.
toasted.