head banging
ballet slippers in the mosh pit
tutu and princess tights
palest pink
plea. aye?
behind the façade
beneath
palest pink princess costumes
cowers
a fighter
too fearful to tape on her gloves least her
fury
fully
unfurl
as tutu is forgotten
and all that lies within
ungirly
rough
ANGRY
INFURIATed BEYOND Mental Capacity
emotional containment
be
l
e
t
l
o
o
s
e
on those unbelieving that a pink tutued, pink tight wearing
chignoned
lithe
longlegged
fearful-
tooterrified 2 speak her mind for repercussion. for loss. for abandonment.
OH SOOOO GUNSHY OF EVERY LITTLE thing
could still be
(underneathitallhidingsomeonestronersomeonewithnotonefearsomeone)
[gun toting
dead aim
no fooling]
that dainty pointy toed pink ballerina
undreaming she, tho not she,could wield
a
right hook
nearly
quite
ever so nearly there
yes quite nearly
worthy
of an unbridled
untrained
enraged
Out Of His Constrained Belittled Unrecognized
Dazzling Intelligence
ignored
and
taken that one step beyond bearing
Cassius Clay.
the princess knows that mind
that bound mind
those presumptions
are all too familiar
Tho
buried
beyond
connection
she can. touch. stretch for. tap into.
they are hers
part of the soul she is blind to
as the eclipse is a part of the moon unseen by itself
nevertheless
theyareoneinthesameunchangingneverending
from
time
immemorial
to
time
as
a. black. whole.
one.
only one thing remains to be seen
which mirror will it be?
which comment slip from
a slovenly tongue unguarded?
what
straw
lain on
that
camel’s back
will put the first run in those pale pink tights
and
begin
the
unraveling of the
oh. so. carefully.
constructed. reality.
which pulled pin will cause
the chignon
to tumble
and thus begin
an
Ava
l
an
c
h
e
that
despite what the
long legged pink tutu costumed
one
t. t. e. m. p. t. s. to find those gloves and tapethemonfasterthanlightening
she
still has only that inkling of her connection to the
Greatest Fighter That Ever Was.
frightened and worn and self doubting
at. this. moment. as . the ballerina is
is
there
any possiblewayforhertotapin?
to
s
u
cc
e
s
s
f
u
l
l
y
CONQUER
or
at least to
postpone this
ARMAGEDDON?!!
or after all these years of belief?
of surviving
battle after battle
just to reclaim her sunny disposition
pull on those palest pink tights
step back into her pink tutuofpower
will this be the hour of her vanquishing?
do those pale pink princess accoutrements
still hold for her their promises?
is it time
to strap on the gloves and tap into
her
twin.
t
o
r
t
u
r
e
d
butohsostrongsounabletobebeatendownsoul.
always
the
lone
one
how
can a proper
chignoned
tutued
pinklegged
brokenhearted
princess
a
l
o
n
e
in
the
universe
know
when it’s the right time to strike
and
who would she now-
if
there
ever
was
a
n
y
o
n
e
who would she
call. upon.
to help her now.
[as if in this fairy tale there ever was anyone
alone
is alone
is as alone as a dead man in the ground]
and still
she
finds
a way
to
see
tomorrow
will
not
be
today.
daydreams:
when do u think
if ever
they quit
being nightmares
and
leak
full
force
REALITY
into
waking
daylight