Little girl america

( silence )

12:o'clock Summers

dry shadows

into panting

soft

a new mood of city

collects

cadillac-soldiers

smack corners

crowd happy

circles into

boxes

soft

stray bullets

fire a new

entrance

into

( )

goodgirls sleep in safe asylum

insects play soft

slow melodies

when dreamers awaken,

they will be comforted

content to subside

in visions

of grandeur

" Monitor the guards,

   when I release these dreams

   there'll be

   a thrashing!

   ... I promise you that much."

and goodgirls sleep in

safe asylum.

She can be ugly when she wants to be

And she laughs

And she cries when there's no one around to beat her

I thought I saw her walking alone in the

shadows of an alley-way     Behind an old dumpster

she was pissin' on the concrete    Urine

collecting in pools of bitch-filth

She laughed    & crawled away from

me.

  I lower myself to you,

  Your lucent soul has ways of

  cleansing eyes

  or turning

  stone! 

Little girl america,

sleep in safe asylum

stray bullets & insects

fire soft slow melodies

into

(silence)

 photo credit: Henri Cartie-Bresson