Nonsense 555

In the distance
I can see my madness 
running in it's nudity
shouting rape

I can hear the bullets 
zooming by

she stands in long leather boots
up to her
pleasure moments

minutes lost
music ...".baby it' s cold outside"

the Smokey alley coughs....
laughter from the wind

and another mother shouts
she was once a choir girl

I can see my madness
in the beauty of a 
lit candle

never mind  it belongs to us
wearing silk a pleasure to the skin