Pinstripe Elephants
the green-eyed child
will smile
as the world dies
so long she's sat
behind that big oak desk
fighting the dream-demons
now her hand hovers
above the black
octagonal button
(& it's promise
of oblivion)
watching this,
i'll lick
her sticky-sweet laughter
from my fingers
& look the other way
Copyright © Julie Forbush | Year Posted 2005
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