Beauty Queen

Jennifer Paige©1996

Beauty queen

Passions dream

My sweet Aphrodite

Hiding in the laundry mat

Can’t get you out of my head

Making up scenes form dreams

Filling the blank with your face

And not knowing why

So how’s your new apartment?

Groovy, no doubt

Probably got your beads hung

And your futon places

Incense lit and some Kravitz on the stereo

Smoking up

The sugar scent of your shower

Clinging in the steam-filled bathroom

African-rain and Vidal Sassoon

And when I come over I’ll feel out of my mind

Out of time

Out of place

Perfectly still

Longing for the dried, petrified beauty of

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