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| When Ice is Alive She got a rooster drunk on Volk --on sale-- vodka in a Muzak-fiddle elevator. This made the other riders knead their pasty faces and get off sooner than they ever wanted. We were in Vegas, so it made sense. + The syphilitics were marching in bright costumes, some dressed as Indians. It was an annual event in that desert town gone empty as moonless night. Baby and I bought pink cotton candy and drank way too much soda pop. We skipped the postcards. This was her way to end whatever it was we were doing to each other. = Would you care for a marzipan skull? Would you like my bare skin in a gingerbread house? We were in that half-store for See's chocolates in High-hat City. She had questions on those dark streets... as if she was a sentimentalist and I was still enthralled. I was riding for a wilder discovery than the wolf-child she wanted me to see in her. ©Red Shuttleworth |