that skinny girl is my paradise;
             written of by the gypsy  
who,   remembering  the winds  
caught in her teeth, telling
the Sodomites  
who warmly sit beside the wall  
where mankind kindles
          the judgement of
the killing   flames;  
she in love & wearing  her favorite
             bra &
crazy drunk on Jack,
        she stayed thin;  
        aiming her gun at the gods;
     her invisible alchemy buried