A Beautiful Woman and Her Frown.


Assembled touches of whiskey
To coincide with slouching hips.

After each gyration
The cusp of her hip-bone
Churned inside my throat.
From discourse
Came the bitter taste
Of movement.

And I fabricated
A cognitive bias
That flinched
Like a signature
Asserting organ donation.

Concluded that experience isn’t transferable
But a recollection is relatable. Thus a dying man
Accepting another’s lungs
Won’t taste laughter and cigarettes
Experienced by the former owner,
But a pirouetting Adonis
Shall invigorate beauty
Influenced by trademarks.

The dead remain captured in memory
While the living explore their prison.

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