Sunday, 27 April 2014

The Spin

I live in the mountains
but you’re not gonna
find me there.
I'm coming to the city
to seek you out.
I move like silk
smooth and cool
towards the district
the golden bucks
the business
where I’m gonna
pop some corks
and release 
my motorcycle roar.
What do I do all day?
I am planning your life.
I distract you with the high 
slit of my skirt
my perfect thigh.
Don’t try to chase me.
I am a red wheel.
I am spinning like a snake.
and I 
am following 

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