Street Walk

my clothes do not cover me

from the sick imaginings of demented, tortured minds

no control but only a pressing obligation to walk past, into the future

seeking refuge, receiving distrust

check me out, I am no library book

you can not pour over my pages

I give you no life

paint the hot air balloon with sunset colors

pick every daisy from the field

breed mutts and loose them on the streets

you will never find what you need

suns set.

daisies wilt.

mutts die.

the force of an atomic bomb could, not

ever pump the life back into your lungs

your flesh is rotting, the parasitic poison runs down your spine

splashing every orifice, leaving no urge unacted

tear away my choice

slash my will into fragmented, voiceless raindrops

to think you can: is to display your ego

wear your pride like a swastika

you.

you are weak

You will never find what you seek

from this woman.