Rock and Roll

My rock and roll iconoclast,

clasped tight in my cherry embrace,

homecoming Queen with the devil’s flowers around her wrist,

and I miss her when she splits to go buy me a drink,

cheap cider, and a blossoming kiss when she returns from the bar, like the prodigal daughter.

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