The Howling Dame.

11/7/12

This page is a cigarette,
This page is a smoking gun.
This page is a poem,
and a Cinnamon Bun.
This page is a loneliness

carved into a tree.
This page is a long, lost love,
and tiny bits of destiny.
This page is an evolution,
Revelation, Secret Squirrel.
This page is a last resort 

and how to get the girl.
This page is a heroes cape.
This page is a song.
This page is the morning light,
And midnight,
And King Kong.
This page is a Lady,

sitting at the bar.
This page is discretion.
This page goes too far.
This page doesn’t give a damn,

what you think of it.
This page is about the words.
This page is a fit.
This page is a safe escape.
This page is Steve McQueen.
This page is Barbarella,
Cinderfella, and 

a dream.
This page is digression.
This page is having sex.
This page is oral copulation,

in the last row,
of the Cineplex.
This page is an altar,
Holy worship of the work.
This page is a virgin,
This page is a quirk.
This page is a diamond.
This page is a heart.
This page is clairvoyance.
This page is too smart.
This page is a bride,
and never a bride’s maid.
This page is a lucky charm,
a public private serenade.
This page is an ache.
This page is a hope.
This page is a trifle.
This page is a scope.
This page is a lover.
This page is a friend.
This page is a mistress.
This page is how to mend.
This page is a chocolate.
This page is a drink.
This page is a cigarette,

and the missing link.




Categories: Poetry, prose, writing

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