they said penny was her name
copper-tone hair reflecting
the ego's innate disatisfaction
the inner eye of the universe
infinitely bored, eternally shut
hair flowing in all the
cardinal directions
oh, how she wore her
seductive asteroid belt.
destroyer!
even austere aphrodite
would not dare inquire
of this elliptic elegeance
this solar heat...
each suitor a bromide...
the stars, but a twinkle in
her congo red eyes
the denouement of uncertain plans
come to fruition at last
in solid oak
and she still looks redoubtable
even in shut coffin at eighty six
her black dress a
terrible glove on the carcass
her insane will sallied forth upon
the unsuspecting spirits
on her desperate fingers,
carbuncle
her domicile,
an empty aerie.
VJA 2006
