Desperado woman
dressed in zebra print
scintillating looks
nothing to admit
cigarette in hand
plumes of smoke dispel
the myth she is anything
other than coping
A featureless breast
a mirthless laugh
a wanton woman
desperately searching
A moment of total love
pure and untinged
by the malignant reality
that makes her flinch
Deranged by reality
rescued by imaginative prose
arms outreached, stuttering
then .... composed.
life worn and love torn
broken by the breeze
of loveless interventions
and desperado pleas...
this poem is liquid crack