Speed Punk Portulaca



She wears a battered leather jacket,
candy pink baby doll slip
and sky rocket stilettos with
soft silk ribbons,
listens to Siouxise Sioux,
on a rewind loop –
she can’t get
no satisfaction,
eyes like rainy Sunday
with flutter satin lashes
bedroom lips on red alert –
bell pepper hot-suck hard and flirt,
she walked into the grunge pen
like his favourite song,
marble-moon skin, gleaming,
under neon kitsch, green lighting,
a trading post of astral princesses
beatnik lizards and roller rock
boys , acid accordions java-ing noise,
with his psychedelic tulip shirt and black velvet flares ,
afro cuban heels, and crocodile stare,
manscaped goatee,
and feather violet hair
he was ready wanting, desperate to ensnare –
on the smoke blackened wall
his anti hipster scrawl
pimp limp, and sneaker grin
he slides in tongue on tongue
tripping their kiss with cherry pop sun.




Saira Viola
Illustration: Elena Caldera

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4 Responses to Speed Punk Portulaca

    1. Brilliant!

      Comment by Michael Organ on 30 June, 2016 at 6:57 am
    2. Makes me so sweaty, sweet and ready…what a brain rape, can’t stopper, taken and done in, captured like a stocker, a shocker.
      Hits me good.

      Comment by Daniel Hallo on 30 June, 2016 at 3:47 pm
    3. Love that energy! x

      Comment by Shanti on 1 July, 2016 at 4:29 pm
    4. Punky Funky!

      Comment by Roddy on 6 July, 2016 at 12:28 pm

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