Alas the décor!

They
spent their last few coins on
lighter fuse nicotine-stained car windows,
the smell of booze

and

Then they

took a cross-country flight to

Heaven-interconnecting-between-Alpha-Centauri a.k.a.

the Lost Kingdom of Atlantis,

and

Then They

RUMBLED ACROSS THE WALL’D!

Mannequins embraced them

-masquerading silence-

Mannequins Embraced Them

(they made love).

Now across this
ocean of laughter-bring-tear-
gas-like-lit-gut-up-get-down-lemon-poison’d’t-fear-
inducing-fire-possessing-shadow-casting-
[No, that’s all wrong.]
~From the top~
Now across this
almost empty room
lie
two lovers, like the plague
and the shrine to pain passed
and ecstasy revived:
A morning toilet,
filled with vomit.