parlor tricks

how do you appear so completely without being seen, red devil. white night. purple sage and neon sign. call me to your pleasure palace. feed me nicotine and grapes grown on broadway and columbus. see me for who i truly am, whatever that may be. and tell me what it is. let me know what the etchings mean. i am a relief map with no relief. i feel my way and go only by the bumps and smooth surfaces as i stumble towards ecstacy. and bethlehem waits with its crooked sign and lack of continuity. i am a coke in ancient times. an etruscan vase at the dinner table filled with gatorade and iowasca.

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