wanton womb              8-29-91


in the early evening 
she stretches herself erect/ 
massages her breasts/ 
sighing deeply 
after meticulous culturing of her 
nails and cuticles

she stops her motions 
to reflect/ 
take assessments 
of the night to come...

the streets of this city 
are for wandering through/ seeking out 
opportunities to be had quickly 
in a wild and rapacious way

the high rolling through it all...

she fancies herself what she may 
in fact well be/ 
a jewel necklaced feminine 
wonder/ who
packs her courage in her bag 
of tricks with her cigarettes/ 
swallows the devil's tablets/ 
stiffens up again in supreme resolve 
and marches out of doors

the love she should have/ 
burning with the purity 
of a star
to accentuate her womanhood 
is now just a fanciful dream/ for 
it's other women who possess
the Truth - 

dream streets and late night boutiques// 
searching for what money can't buy/ 
a search, yes
with manicured nails along the 
monumental planes of the 
dark nights of the soul.

Infinity