Friday, April 11, 2008

3 Women got ready for School

3 women got ready for school, today.
Maybe not three, maybe just two.
Yes, it was two. The third was still
asleep

The First Woman

The first woman
will wait one more minute
for that curling iron to get hot.
Watches today and its news
stories get old.
Get hot. . . !

The Second Woman

The second woman
will walk away from the
bed before dusk, like a desperado
in a poncho
what to wear? who to be.
Go to sleep, please.

The Third Woman

The third woman
will want us to come back
later
she is dead to the world,
says the same psychic
mind in the room.




The First Woman

The first woman
can’t curl and cuddle
with her image all at
the same time. She’s
out of time. The news
story repeats itself. Hot!

The Second Woman

The second woman
claims she can’t find her cunt
with both hands. She’s out of time
the clocks hands force her to
make decisions. Where are things?
Where am I? Asleep.

The Third Woman

The third woman
can’t collapse under a cold
blanket without time. peace
is awfully quiet without the
assistance of a person, a love
to keep her from being. Dead.

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