LIONESS
scared of lionesses
their claws, their teeth,
their desire to drag
me off
to their lair
so many scars I have
thanks to lionesses
daughters of Regulus
Queens of Fire
always that look
the danger
the roar
of desire
the drama the passion
the devotion the flair
the
mane
of hair
one
probably tracking me
as we speak
the red red wine, the rare steak
eat, eat
drink, drink
ahead lies a long extravagant night
remember she
stalked you
behave
like her prize
SUN GIRL
what is it
about these lionesses?
this one pitching up
late trashing my party
all because
by right should
not
allow myself to
feel depressed on this day
by immortal decree can
only be pure
ray
of sunshine
Gil Scott-Heron cassette flashing past my ear
hurled
with such
aggrieved force
birthday present saying
the sender she so pissed this
not
(however revolutionary)
going to be
televised
such an apt and thoughtful
sought -out gift
thrown with much
malice or
that thing called
love
I had failed to recognize
BONEY
I apologize
for not having watched
your film yet
(hope it will
be as
good as Gladiator
in which you
played an
entirely
different character)
my supreme Leo commander!
let me kick this off directly
by telling you
how
much I love that hat
would
(if indeed I had one)
surrender
my Empire
for that hat
which to me seems so solar
to
proclaim you
as Helios himsrlf
on top of your head on entire
solar hemisphere
(rising,
setting)
of course, the hemisphere
below supplied
by the bottom
of your
now
my
gigantic head
Empire for your bicorne
hat
being
our fair trade
nothing could be nore
Napoleonic
be about continuaton
of your legacy
not even
ten ghousand
YouTube videos on
your rise
to power, sweet
Josephine
and the utter tactical
brilliance of
Austerlitz itself
than me
wearing that bicorne bonnet
en bataille
poems 2 die for