In the company of catharsis, her hat slipped off over the shoulder
she gives you glances, but never chances
you'll have to hold that Ace closer to your chest
you'll have to
Her high heels are pointed
pointed with a point of view
you might have trouble talking to
after the boxing gloves come off
and it's brass knuckles and bare fists
caught in the middle of a crime
just a Sunday afternoon
ice cream cone
with a caramel twist
Busy city streets blinking stopwatches and railway cars
greatness lurks underneath the sewers
with the swerving nerves of the masses
seeing rats but looking past
carrying their suitcase
swinging their arm in time
shiny black shoes
marching off to fight
their foreign war
is just a battle
over romantic candlelight
she set the table
as long as you're able
but don't stay the night
She blows out the candle with a "poof"
and asks you to find your shoes
never mind the neighbors
they've already lost their minds
laughing with false teeth
and throwing dice
the nuance of the silence
gets cooked medium rare
the gambler knows
this line of prose
her heart rises
when the dice
are up in the
air