DAME

Foghorns are raiding the halls

of my blank paper white walls;

so long and vast as they call;

stroking the glassy eye’d doll.

Circling rovers on mars

worshiping planets, and stars

are birthed to be robots of ours,

cursed to be sold out for parts.

She is a female

who doesn’t quite retail 

to he who would derail 

the sum of her details.

She is the one

you can’t hunt or run from,

she’s the lover you loathe;

 your midnight implosion.

She is the girl

that you wished you could curl 

into simple equations 

but division’s betrayed you.

Made is this woman 

to break your illusion, 

and straighten confusion:

a dame aint for using.

Oh she’s wild, and unsheltered,

can’t deny that you’ve melted

in the heights of her temper

she’ll be right back to render.

Eyes sharp and weathered;

alive and unfettered, 

darling I would think better 

than to unwind and untether.

Conflate every stereotype, 

you hate that she won’t fall into line; 

debates every inch of your hype;

can’t fake it; she’s onto your lies. 

written by cass