Flaubert’s Guitar Midnight June 13 by Saira Viola

Lucky lips ,wet soft , tastes like peaches
and black honey
neon pink negligee
hides school boy giggles
behind a bridal bouquet
Love rock wizard and belly buster slide
into the dime store
everything’s on sale
cotton candy smiles ,peanut kisses and there’s plastic chicks on sticks
cream horns and cinnamon curls on display
Dance in the elevator slick the slide -drive the interstate with a bottle of sunshine
and a fistful of luck doing headstands with b movie grins
In a sherbet lavender pop parade of fawning crawlies
and masked barricudas
We need cleansing in the Pierian Spring
free fall into a winking dawn while
shimmy riding across a pearl drop moon

Saira Viola
Saira Viola is a critically acclaimed fiction ball buster , poet , song lyricist and creator of literary technique sonic scatterscript . Her work focuses on the disenfranchised , the rebels , the misfits , the marginalised and collaterally damaged who glitter the cosmos . Novels (Jukebox ) (Crack Apple And Pop) Novella (Slide ) Poetry (Don’t Shoot The Messenger) (Flowers of War) (Fast Food and Gin On The Lawn) (Rebel Mini Book of Verse) Publications (International Times), (Push), (Dead Snakes ) (Artvilla)(Red Fez) (Sick Lit) (The Poetry Times) (Crab fat) (Mother bird) (Longline Press) (Gonzo Today) http://www.stopwar.org.uk/index.php/multimedia/poetry-spoken-word/1903-flowers-of-war-sara-viola (Tuck) (Dissident Voice )

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