I Met a Woman

I met a woman

Whilst walking up the stairs

To the second floor of the house

All she ever, ever did was stare and stare

And stare some more

Sapphire eyes with amethyst tears

Drip, drip, dripping in garnet flames

Of joyful regret and blissful remorse

The flies, their eggs have lain

In the putrescence of the burnt and blackened

Gates of the broken soul and shine emerald diamonds like

The cold, cold stars on the blank magazine’s TV screen

As it screams in silent worthlessness about the lonely

Emptiness of the Hollywood world of reality in the make believe

Shadows of pill popping depression-istic Demons that pretend to be Angels in disguise

I met this woman

Whilst walking up, up, up the stairs

So barren and frozen, empty in the whispers of the past that are

Really the future while the present sits on the soft wooden Wookie chair and ignores us all

Lank toxostoma rufum hair streaked with corvus corax and cardinalis cardinali

And dotted here and there with cyanocitta cristat and archilochus colubris

All these wild, wild flapping feathered things so tame and docile

As the tree falls down on the breath of the toothy metal smile

I met this maggot crawling happy-go-lucky blue girl with silver duct tape lips

Dancing on the landing of the second story stairs

With a Christmas sparkle green smile as the flute

Beat to another tune that was being spoken inside the

Cymbals of the broken concrete drum

How I just stood there upon that little tiny step

And closed my burning, aching eyes

Plugged my bleeding whoring ears with shaven fingers

And I wish, wish, wish, wish

That this woman would just go down the stairs,

Out the kitchen door,

Onto the porch,

Then out the back door, through the patio gate

And down the street

And away, away, away from me…