Trust in new horseshoes,
so you can throw your luck away
when trying to seduce me.
They'll make a clunk, clunk
off the side of my head,
pretending to see light boxes from Japan.
Spiraling around my eyes
like jade desolate skies.
You'll wake me up from the light show
with your vocals made of dusty dial tones -
chattering on and on.
I wish a firing squad would silence renditions
of tone-deaf Supremes.
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