In the thin space behind eternity
it’s almost time;
tick-tocking for the women who live
in acrylics, water colors and oils A masterpiece of bare, black
pencil pupils
and crimson crayon lips
whose blood thunders
exposing a blue-haired predator They fabricate a diamond look,
burrowing into photos.
Beholden to lovers
who appear to take that crap
but mostly just wanting
and waiting.

*DogCity's ChewToy Webzine; June 1998 *Butterfly Jubilee; October 1998 *Curiosity’s Escape, Iss. #8; October 1998 *Word Salad, Vol. 4, No. 3; November 1998 *San Francisco Salvo; November 1998 *Grrowl!; November 1998 *Kimera, A Journal Of Fine Writing, Vol. 3, Iss. #2; December 1998

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