Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Syringe baby.

She sits there
on the pavement
outside the door…

Her lonely perch
day after day
humming lost
tunes with
empty eyes
and a full womb
a syringe
by her side

And
I wonder…..

What games are played in the
hormone hungry
name of damp love
a chaotic fevered addiction
wounding love
as wombs are
torn apart
desecrated
and discarded…

And
the world
goes by
dropping a coin
for her
lonesome tune

As
she weeps
fondling her
syringe baby
by the road…

She sits there
on the pavement
outside the door…

3 comments:

SPECKLED_BAND said...

This is starkly beautiful, Pinc! And so bleak...

Pragya said...

Beautifully penned thoughts Pincushion!

Cocaine Jesus said...

loved this the first time i read it on pincushions own blog. still do. an awful insight into someone else's way of life.