Face Value

Her Cheekbones, smooth as pebbles Grasped tightly in his sexed up hand, sweating indelicately Resembling that night the thoughts between the sheets were conceived Weighing like soaked white carpets Beneath flea market stands She Is Beautiful, she is beautiful Belladonna, noxious Dusty eyes and wavy hair Neruda book shoveled away somewhere deep Inside her closet full of chewed up bones Illumination, dying in Latin never seemed like A juxtaposition before the closing of the soul At least his eyes are a Cambridge blue Jazz muted in Mortality sings on dangling participles leaking out From the saxophone What is that worth? Thick waist, hourglass coke-a-cola Mama-sita, mira mira Lolita-like N.Y.M.P.H.O.ed up eyelashes Coating tears with manufactured glob Somebody put in a bottle The higher your skirt the more your face value Goes up, up, up pass the mystery between monogyny and the thighs Right between the slit ice Like Mmmm, and he slides past the first three bases Oooh Girl you look so good in those Six Inch Heels What is it worth, to throw away your Worth For a toaster oven and a washed up guy sitting on your back porch Scratching his head waiting to be given a pardon for his misdeeds While American Media stole him away And blamed it on the graffiti on the Church Walls when it was really Hipshot for the Hip-Hop , This shameless act of cytotoxicity when it was really The Devil trying to slow dance with the pretty girl behind the stage Eyes that lie time after time and are almond shaped but see no further Then 6 feet deep and a saxe blue sky Baby girl, on auction in the club (Going once, going twice, it’s okay we’ll sell her half price!) Like a slave, a sycophant child to some sick twisted game Dancing in the Matrix style of killing the clock Biting off the hands, to chew them up, spit them out To pretend like the world isn’t ending over our heads Seven kids, bloated waist, waitress fingers and lips Smile, Misfortune dotes on you, Lucky One What are you going to do when your looks run out? Heyyy girl, what’s your face value?