Suzie Q : Honey eyed bikini leather girl
The flashing pussy of revolution
she wore French open toed stilettos in the shower
and every Thursday baked artisanal cookies for the
Boomshakalaka ! Boom! Boom!
Her hips swayed left to right
and when the rain bounced off the cleft of her butt
the whole world stood up or at least the front row
of working stiffs in the subway car.
She narrowed her eyes and left her giggle on
a passing billboard .
Crossing her long bronzed legs she
winked at a sober suited lawyer.
Noisy brash voice hard Republican eyes
he leered as if she were a piece of prime
real estate ready to be bought flipped and sold over.
Arrogant puffy cheeked man bragging about his
holiday home in The Hamptons
and the price of grass fed beef
The hairs in his nose salted grey
jangling his hot rod keys he wanted
everyone to know he was a SOMEBODY.
All Suzie could see was a piggy pig pig in
dirty pants and penny tan loafers.
She yawned smudging her mascara
He stepped closer
so close she could smell
his crooked middle class waxed anus
when he whispered:
‘Aren’t you a naughty girrrrrrrrrrl?’
‘You sound like flaccid Mike.’ He moved back .Red faced contempt .
‘And you’re a bitch.’
‘Le chien femme ? Really ! That’s all you got ?’
Through gnashing teeth
‘You winked at me.’
‘So what ? Now you own me ?’
‘I thought we had a …’
‘A what ? A moment in the sweaty armpit of a subway commute ?
Foaming with anger spittle frosting his moustached mouth.
She blew him a faux air born kiss
and sidled up to a blonde sharp cheeked athletic type .
He watched her with murderous eyes
as she ran her fingers playfully on the other man’s face
Teasing looks and cell numbers were exchanged.
At the next stop she got off
and so did ‘Flaccid Mike.’
Suzie , sweet slut succumbing to the red lipped mouth of midnight
primed and ready for action.
Clip clop . Clip clop. Heel screech-
the flies in the wall listening to every beat .
As she climbed the grubby piss washed stairs
teetering on her feet
‘Flaccid Mike,’ crept slowly behind her
Silent Sith .
Brooklyn dust on the sidewalk glinting pink with
beads -colonising every
exit and every turn
Chugging smog make emaciated throats burn .
He grabbed her neck peach blossom soft
and squeezed until her lungs became thickened
with his bloody deed.
Pinned down- butterfly breaths
fluttering on broken bone Suzie Q
drifting drifting .
She was so proud of her window box flowers
and her butterscotch cookies for the homeless.
Taco Bell Suicide
The soft – eyed neighbour told
me to forgive and ignore
and I got lost in the wiggery
of legal arguments, I watched skilled
orators preach on the poverty of
opportunities denied to an armed
rapist who threw acid on his
victim’s face : “Your Honour he grew
up with vandals and thugs
and murderous crows –
not his fault he was born in a
womb of hate he maims
with a purist’s distaste of the
female form and freely feeds on
her slaughter . And in fairness your honour she
was precocious a temptress -nymphet –
scarlet lipped Lolita .”
The Judge sniffed shuffling
the papers on his big grand desk
he thumbed through graphic stills
of the teenage victim and in a hoarse,
slanted preachy voice : “ I agree with the defence in this
case , the young girl was giving out mixed signals
she wore a black backless dress and silver pump heels
she hinted to him that sex was in the air . It’s regrettable
it ended this way but frankly this man is not a monster and not too blame.”
One month later : Red Top Headline
Teenage Rape Victim Found Dead in Taco Bell car park :Apparent Suicide
Champagne Lap Dance With Baudelaire
Shah Jahan autographed
the Taj Mahal
and dead beetle wings
sit in yesterday’s ash tray
She got an emoji
telling her it was over
The light that shines on
the sagging cheeks of her face
is feeble -choked by a curtain of grey
She was free in her dream
smooth -toned ballet limbed
black -honey sweet
She shimmied all over Baudelaire
Babbled about Parisian jazz dudes
and plaited his grape coloured hair
Death was sunning himself on a leather arm chair
He watched the champagne bubbles cork the air
his long face shadowing her heart
She heard sparrows in the trash can
but never woke up.