ode to boogie nights

Hey guys, Erin and I were watching that grand ol' porno drama over the weekend, so here's a poem inspired by Boogie Nights.


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of pornographic
dreams

I saw a woman
in chartreuse

climb atop
a wall of ivy
and

scream until

she disappeared

into the ether
of
red scent

smoke

and
lace