Midway Home
She had a blue ribbon face
on a state fair body
He was a duct taped tilt-a-whirl
living on rock
She whispered secrets to elephant ears
He saw himself in Mötley Crüe mirrors
Switchblade combs cotton candy
roasted corn and melted butter
scatter on the floor of the camper trailer
Together they part
and walk away
on pixie dust
Horror Sleaze Trash 