, , ,

frame the dame until she is tame,

awash in the game

hungry for name, guilty of

blame.  she is on a boardwalk

in the early april, when

lovers around her have proposed.  She asks

the passing men for dimes to buy

cigarettes.  Only the lecherous have

the cents.  She dreams of sailing the channel

and taking part in the coup, where women

finally hold their

rings around the necks

of sailors, the sea men who know

what to call the ends of the

earth.  When did you decide to call yourself a

supreme being?