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 hot rod .
As she ran her fingers playfully on his star lit face
Teasing looks and cell numbers were exchanged.
At the next stop she got off
and so did ‘Flaccid Mike.’
Stalking her with murderous eyes
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 stained stairs
teetering giddily on the soles of 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 made 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 raisin cookies for the homeless.
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 whip bitched lines of her face
is feeble thin choked by a curtain of grey
She was free in her dream
smooth -toned ballet limbed
wild -honey sweet
She shimmied all over Baudelaire
Babbled kooky about Parisian jazz dudes
and plaited his black violet hair
Death was hovering on a semen spotted chair
Last night he watched champagne bubbles cork and pirouette the air
his long face shadowing her heart
She heard sparrows in the trash can
but never woke up.