a fellow; then you'd stay"
An educated high school principal
Earnestly explains to drop out deviant
With black painted finger nails
And frizzy Italian hair
He mistakes for African,
Cuing him to think: it figures.
She lost her golden-haired
Sapphire-socketed first love
So he could become Bukowski
As all young men must do.
She doesn't dare divulge,
"At 17, i see boys can't do a thing
For dainty intellect and crushing
Cushion curves calling out for a life
Worth leading." So she took her GED
And found her nerves
Were Ivy League.
Man's lover took a fatal slip
Six fee under he counted
All of the times they made love
Out of anger, anticipation,
Celebration, boredom,
Copacetic Sundays and could see
There were seldom moons they left
Unknown He let her go
And when you do that,
You become a ghost
Died promptly two months after
The orphans wer the only ones
Who didn't understand. Death
usurped further action, solely
Satisfied.
Broken tail light, body riga mortise
In the rear, bursting red eye vessels
Vow this is it! As police curtails
The woman on her way. She is
Comely, Caucasian, long, curly hair,
Exotic, maybe mixed, looks like
The first girl he had ever kissed
and The officer observes:
She couldn't kill a fly
And would not dare try!
He misses the bloody and belligerent
Battle to take back justice,
Which jaggedly sticks out
In between her straightly set teeth
"Get that fixed" Forgetting tail light,
'Is he discussing my soul?"
No, he lets her go
Salivating over tan skin,
White in eyes,
Cleavage caught when he stood over her,
Begging her for pardon, registration, and I.D.
