is she always going
to be the woman,
hiding behind a girl,
                             aged 22?

            apparently so...
for a boy becomes
a man aged 16...

    but a girl?
       hoo-hoo! ha!
          she's a girl
till and only until
menopause strangulates
her purpose.

what?!
   a stick has two ends...
it's not a cul de sac weapon...
you can hit with it,
but at the same time
it can be grabbed from
your hands
  and you can be hit with it!

you're welcome.

come my pretty,
              to these isles,
come the cowering
caeser: veni, vidi, vici...
tail curled beneath his
torso, running blind...
back toward the continent...

come, my pretty...
    tell your tale!
        come!
         we're all, so, eager,
to hear it!
   from across the pond!
     we are all europeans,
gagging to hear tall tales
from the other, continent...
so, so, so eager!

         and have you jested
eating baltic sushi?!
purely, herring...
  but, alas, you haven't,
have you?

            promises from
vienna...
                  demon shadow
shackles from london...
only london,
  prettier than paris when it
rains...
         long forgotten moth
of late 19th century fog...
   now, london,
21st century bulging:
              opulent, when
                         it snows.