by Precious JonesAs I leave this pompous
pussy standing on the
corner of Broadway and
86th, I think maybe
she will see one day
how I choke on my love
for her, how it suffocates
me, the stench of it lingers
like two day old garbage,
maybe she will see the revolver
to my back when I say
I love you,
I miss you,
come over, woman,
come now
She smiles empty eyes
stupid and staring through me,
she smiles because she is
stupid and polite
her wave belongs in the Atlantic
making college frats in a
small, small boat nervous,
I want to break those lovely digits
waving, making peace signs
or is it V for vulgar or vulture,
an uncrossed, upside down A for
adulterer or asshole
The possibilities excite me
as watching her com once did,
but she is too naive.
Too stuck on stupid to see.
