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Salsa With A Ghost

Rain has set the mood
Her red dress flower blossom and pink tattoos
Fine hair at the mercy of lion winds
Smells of oranges, cigarettes, and Tanqueray Gin

Like falling leaves we dance as we die
Tears fall but we don't cry
The sky weeps on our behalf
Was something watching? Well perhaps

Dark thick lipstick
Smeared eyeliner
Black snake trail down cheeks
Blown tires and burning rubber
Warped aluminum and plastic
Mangled wood
Head to windshield
Broken neck small and delicate
Pills strewn across grass
Green and red
Broken glass
Motionless pistons
Color fading limbs

This was her last salsa with a ghost
I can only picture her along the coast
When we used to fly kites along the bay
She'd look straight through me and say
"It's easier to fall in love with the dead
Because you never worry or lose your head"

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