Saying Djinn

by: RC Miller & Gary Shipley

All my girlfriends have the names of dead children.
Placentas for eyelashes, tricycles for tits.
An Evian bottle filled with blood
Completes our crystal dome of air.
And as a tribute to my masochism they assassinate a cow.
Its aromatic funeral milk resuscitates a vast waste of dentures.
I scam like a newscaster, and cut my smiles from magazines.