She thinks she’s flying…
and with American dream arms
she stretches out her ambitions
over rooftops drenched in Vodka
Her pupils dilated with diversions of dope,
Moving with rhythmic
Head lifted as she soars,
so that she misses the sex sellers
roaming the sewer-soaked Ave
and the homecoming queens in drag
quietly singing the Barbie blues.
lie cradled in Burberry cloths,
as their wall street fathers watch
disguised as sports center.
Her teeth sparkle as she smiles
while others whine to the winos
traveling through the chill polluted air.
The NY Times says it’s bad
the ground at zero
Dusk turns to dawn
and no one
her rhyme writing
So she closes her eyes on life…
Sensually sipping exotic chocolate chai
with a teaspoon of rape,
and late night debate
Her decision is permanent
for once in her life
so she dances to the edge of the world
something this easy
to give up
will be easy enough
to find again.