Analysis of Red Mouth

she ate the chocolate bunny
staring at her own bare wiggly xylophone rainbow toes
sitting on the toilet with a red cherry lipstick mouth
humming television jingles about nothing
but ketchup logged White Castle bacon cheese burgers
and amino acids as she called in imaginary air strikes
on toy cycloptic pigmies
who  lived in a rubber tub on the bathroom floor by her feet  
filled with toilet paper rolls, Vaseline, face cream
a folded rubber enema bag
and a half empty bottle of Luxardo Cherry
so she could take a swig when ever the stars moved her

she swung her hips like a floosy
as if in the substrate of disco hell
wearing a cheap red party dress
only to be forced down on her knees
to take it hard and walloped until cross-eyed and grinning
at brawly tattooed men
that stank of whiskey
terrorizing her with titillating thrills
as if her body where their fun house and amusement park
of loopty loops and Ferris wheels

all make believe of course
in that little damp cubby hole fantasy
of umbra sweet curves and wet holes
marked Venus dreamscape
come fuck me land