CALM Publishing

RUBY SLIPPERS

 

They come at you

Somehow at the peak of their life

28 or so

Drawn to the face, body, money, friends

         A network to dive into –

         No stopping at 2 or 3 shots

         The whole pool

         Filled with money

And when the purchases rang empty –

One more house un-slept in

One more sex-dress left un-turn

One more Porsche stolen

And a brain stem un-moved

She vacates the material world

And grasps me by the nape of the neck

To purr at me

Like a mother cat

Schooling her kitten –’

But I shrub her off

And take my share of the loot –

Banish myself to old London

And live off the interest

For the next 100 years.

         Well, we were just talking

         And she asked me what I thought –

         So I told her

         And off she went –

Just came back with the Porsche –

She had stolen it from herself

And her houses were owned by banks –

She just paid the taxes –

And her ruby slippers were missing                                            231128.2