Red from two minute-old sobs,
held over by circles of sallow yellow flesh,
the deadness of those coal-black Michael Myers eyes,
shielded from view by the fleshy smile in windup she flashes to which she neither attributes nor expects belief.
Here stands, soon to lie, the pigeon-grey-and-green woman,
who makes an ever-duller xerox from that moment in the private school bathroom stall.
And after the cock crows,
she’ll have brought forth yet another
of the numberless dreams conjured from time’s pale fire .She is Penny Dreadful of Station North, and she will fuck on.
....I enjoyed that, I may write more of these.