(this is one I wrote last year..tucked it away and just pulled it out for a revise today)
Coyly tucked beneath a virginal
sheet: electroshock mindfuck on wheels.
Rolled right to you.
Pizza delivery techno
in the mental death ward.
Other candles zapped, one by one,
it's Sarah's go round at the party.
Forgotten memories cram the room,
burst through a distant window.
Visions vaporize of an ashen man
sprawled on his suicide bed,
leftover pills, stardust, around him,
that note bequeathing Sarah
his Marilyn books still curled
in the crotch of his battered Royal.