Her Comfortable Madness

twiddles her thumbs talking
quicksilver
musical chair jumping
mercurial
solo recital twisting
spliting hairs
spit spat splat
the clack of express train
tongue histrioncs
outlining time trails lost
rarely found barely
matters
onto something new
to peruse
examine, ponder
to exclaim unknown
until now
to all moderns
insight colored in sunshine
rainbows and angels in
various shapings of the phallus
she has discovered
the secret
shhhhsh
don't tell them
it's ours

a long fought exhale

now,
let me show you
the smile of a freshly
guillotined head