i will write you a poem
and the go-go girls from hell
will dance on libidos
with french tickler scalpels
for heels
they are creating fantasies
on card board minds
with maneuvers as broad
as lyrics from a college
band called vincent van gogh gogh
there are images
and me coming at
you
i like to wear cheezy sunglasses
that protect me from the sun
distort me from recognition
and make me stand out
i'm sorry if my
fantasies come
my smile will be as trashy as
yours is charming
when i walk over to the dresser
and blow out the candle
nothing is anywhere
laying on the stage
let me know who
buttons your shirts
and let me find out how i can undo that mess
the torture with-in you
is falling in love
with perspective
the compass goes round and round
walking through the emotions
of a childhood lost
those are some dance steps
if you want to call them
dance steps
maybe i am nervous
because i am attracted to you
and maybe
i am afraid it will be
awhile, if ever
before i touch you
the go-go girls from hell
have a dangerously black
sense of humor