Jacqueline Meets
If you have asked in repent
For heart like a stone monument
Crumbled in the spice of her scent
Then you know Jacqueline
Once you have punctured the ice
Panic snake eyes on a dice
Somebody yells, “Sacrifice!”
And you hide your Jacqueline
Everybody knows that you got another man on a bleacher
See through the fist to the furnished antique
I wept for a life I did not lead
And weaker for it I suppose
I will seldom be speaker
Driving down just to stand in the sea
Just me and the sun
And the un-Bolex-able breeze
Bastardized language panics the gulls
And the moss covered skulls
And swim suited Jacqueline
Like a light on the bow of an arrow man
Standing wide-legged down on the strand
Aiming high at the fort of the conqueror
Singing a song as he shoots for the shin
Everybody knows that you gotta go back to the city
Where they pump arms full of smack and confetti
Circus performers get mugged in the heatwaves
Cupfulls of ice murder mice in the enclaves
Jacqueline wants to fill her house
With posers
Thousands of foes in gold and robes
And tied in a bow to assert their dominance
Jacqueline wants to fill her house
With children
Hundreds of kids
Removing the lids
While she mixes men like mojitos
She deserted her fans
Now I don’t give a damn about Jacqueline