Crazy Juice by Alan Catlin

She liked her
crazy juice
all right.
Smelled like
she drowned the
scent of a fifth
of rye whiskey
with an ounce
of Chanel #.5
Had those wild
black velvet
shaded eyes
which suggested
long sleepless
nights,
tangled connections,
hot sparking
wires,
the budding
flame.

Alan Catlin
Alan Catlin is the poetry editor of misfitmagazine.net. His latest books of poetry are American Odyssey from Future Cycle and Last Man Standing from Lummox Press

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