for D~

lusting after boys with that Savoir faire
exploring that melancholy scent in their hair
crystal eyes
floating in dunes of creamy skin
deluding all their lovers
about the state their heart is in

dull points leave scars they say
as if messing up their pretty skin
is mattering today

tottering down cracked sidewalks
man made uppers
eye couples through dimly lit windows
at romantic suppers
ghosts haunting corridors
of yuppies, youths and thieves
hoping that the "pretty woman" theory
will grant them some reprieve

Don't expect angels to fly
to close to the ground
they don't see the agony
that's floating all around

tax relief won't minister to demons
with no homes or cars
why don't we fix our own troubles
before we try fixing their's

waltzing through garish lights
that point to no return
believing that the naive world
hasn't begun to learn


Tripping down alleyways
boys and girls swirl truth
beneath the paint and glitter
that belies their soiled youth
perhaps in future nights of stars
the peace for broken eyes
but for now the hurt that buries truth
beside the sewage lies