taxi

The soul of my shoes

burns in black protest against

the pavement,

 

rises shrieking, unholy.

A last breath twists out

in a sigh of brown fog.

 

(A dripping crimson footprint –

a bloody clew!)

 

Within the city limits,

a taxi’s tire screams murd’rous intent:

a squirrel spreads out like strawberry jam.

 

A gleam in the driver’s eye – a

white nightgown bleeds sodden red through

the pigeon-poop pockmark’d window.

 

Hark! Lady Macbeth’s a babe –

holds a finger to quiet lips.

Hush. Come with me.

A beckoning flicker of candle,

a sound like wind in grass

(where threat of snakestongue slithers).

 

I froth at the mouth with

saliva-soaked Songs of Solomon.

Thy love is better than nothing.

Bright lipstick and dark glasses

hide guilt and sorrow ‘neath

heavy crown of Hollywood hat.

 

Sinuous eyes, half-lidded, hold me –

the door blinks shut.

A rush of air, an open window –

my ears fill with wind &

billow like useless sails.

 

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