she walks on lilies
monet blue dress on
rimbaud is her servant
her smile a contraband
thieves steal her time
evening shadows crawl
verlane makes her bed
chambermaids her plans
time is a commodity
she sells from her perch
buy it for a dollar
it's worth ten cents
love is a trinket
the natives collect
she is the governess
of all chinatown stalls
she sleeps on her bed
mounted horses outside
jesters fold her hair
tying knots of words
picasso is her butler
her eyes stiletto knives
she bleeds liquid rain
between subway cars
her love is a contract
the vendors can't sell
her love is a contract
no one optioned to buy
the knights of the crusade
trade locks of her hair
she is the muse
of madison avenue poets
they worship her with billboards
poison her with cocaine
pain is her poem
she recites in her room
pain is her pen
it bleeds on this page |
