black stiletto boots

black stiletto boots

I see cold in miles of stretched and obtuse

Virgin snow

I feel mountains and their force amplified

As movement and fire brews miles below

Because

Magnitude charges before

Stark peace

we know

that we war and lose

against

Our own latent undertakings

The congealed whisperings of our greed

Our ripped stockings

Smeared lipstick &

bubble gum

Think that I am done

Done as dead

Done as old

And alone

And I decide

love is trickery

As I slide on my black stiletto boots

One at a time

Love ain’t, nothing

Nothing at all

December 2009