A ... has that ... day

Okay say the beauties in the subway love
she stares at him staring away its a flash
love me love me love
take me here in my clothes
yes, love me hallow me with your hollow
you call that a poem
I call that a lover


She peers away flicking him ubiquitous quick
glances a woman's look always looking away


She's naked on the floor of her house gown
bare as the bedroom itself loving her loving

She's offering love at cut rate cost
isnt' she a woman's role determined by the
'flows of history' 'and' moon wagons
deleterious in its dawn

And this old hag came out to dance
finding her self trounced by the beauty
of the arrow ignoring her old mates
pretending surrender to nothing



Took off her clothes
he took   two that day