White Boys and Pills
by Patrica Sanders
Persimmon orange, muted red, mottled plum, lemon lime;
Spilling from posh proper dispensers in disguise, numbered.
Two stepping across the clean galley counter;
Jelly beans at carnival.
Pale salon manicured fingers,
Shuffle the perfect colored discs.
Chess moves,
Jolly discoveries,
Pairings and associations;
Washed down with amber despair.
Delusional refined habit;
Wearing a pharmaceutical necktie.
Swift – clean – neat.
Lean white fingers pinch.
Pop!
Orgasmic.
Laughter, nods;
Subtle elite passage,
Cloistered in an awkward serenity.
Onward gods –
Power brokers;
Young, fragile,
Playing grown up.
Premature.
Hiding on edges of
Pure unadorned pleasure.
White boys and pills;
Where the lies are Truth.
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