11.30.2002 :::
Little Miss Italy
I
Dancing in the silver raindrops,
Riding on the musical carousel,
She hopes the ride never stops,
Leaving her scared as hell.
The song doesn’t go on again,
The horses all die away today,
Monsters grab the broken sin,
There’s nothing left to say.
II
Here comes the night winter,
And there goes the praying lie.
She choked on the merry dinner,
The blank stare four sides die.
No Alexander the Great to save,
And no more fantasy to be,
Once more comes the tidal wave,
And no more Little Miss Italy.
III
Mickey grew up in a summer bar,
Learning cards, and honest alibis,
Fending of the Freudian cars,
Winning the red sainted prize.
She appealed the court decision,
And ran away with a stranger,
Fighting memories of past derision,
Searching for some jaded danger.
Moonsongs and faded flowers,
They found in censored seasons,
A lot talked of feared towers,
Lying in the Autumn treasons.
When the sun turned to moon,
She took flight once more,
Leaving the stranger for June,
Left no message for the war.
IV
Found asleep in a mud abode,
Quiet for the first time since,
Leaving the city’s main road,
Of the dead she could convince.
::: posted by Matthew at 2:43 PM
