Crushed Blue Velvet

Crushed blue velvet packs me in,
a haute couture hot dog glowing incandescent under a blacklight,
uniform in nonconformity,
not seen before or since but hidden in a smirking wince,
a prince amid a drunken throng,
as has been here all along,
built in decadence capturing a spirit
of consumerism and fortune.

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