October 23, 2007

That Whistling Man

Tears strummed her guitar

desperate and drunken

for love and more booze

and lifting her glass she took another.

With glassy eyes and clumsy

feet.  She took another.

In deep falsity and defiant spirit

She took another.

Glamour heels, sequined minis

And whistling men, clawing.

Their talons pierced

Her heart, and scraped her knee

Exhausting his wings over options

plucking his perfection

Remember: fictitious emotion harbors hate

She had not learned.

She had taken another.

She raised her glass

But found herself

Naked.

Used and thrown away.

Her tears strummed her own guitar

And into that cavern; into that alleyway

Withdrawn.

Alone.

Singing only to herself

dropping bullet after bullet of shattered dreams