The Anti-Kate

Anti-Kate is her name;
pseudo-lookalike full
of hair-extensions and
kung-fu smiles. Fall
into the GAP and
drown. Someone toss
her a rope. Seminal hope.

Deaf and blind, stumbling
down a twisted alleyway
half-sober, fully-sombre,
yet thoroughly excited by
the prospect of going to
dover. Bend over Rover.
She's awesome all-over.

The Anti-Kate rises
from a throne of year-
-old Coors-Light cans
with a slithering sliver
of a silver sword-cane
in her hand.

Lady Zatoichi, if you will.

Fake bullet time led to
many cuts and bruises
but all was ignored in
favour of lusty advances
towards John Cusak,
and rabid Critic-Sex
with yours truly when
John Cusak was
unavailable.

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