Forgive me for forgetting the name of this year's
queen of the Underworld; no one qualified this
time around; what happened to the evil Queens;
died & buried or living well on an island some
where off the coast of Argentina; Evita's ghost
haunting the halls w/ a bullwhip for the fans of
her old b/w melodramas; Eva never ****** a tear
but was the mother of us all below the equator
where bullets fly to brains & disappearing is a
noontime spectacle; I wish I were a soulless
snakehead so I could see through the x-ray
eyes of a snake to her battered soul & backbone;
what's she good for; another hand of poker deciding
her fabulous future on her back & bleeding, never
speaking again; she's a secret poet who knows
the words to all the kpop hits going back to S.E.S.
but she never speaks her lips never move;
Igor paints her lips like a mannequin & sends her out
to work the dusty leftover Spaghetti Western
streets & alleyways of Tijuana; her own name
a secret now & soon she'll forget it along w/ everything;
forget how to breath the musty air of night;
Angels come down to raise her to sainthood; good for
her she was a good girl after all; it never occurred to her
to sin; it happened too fast & God had already fated
this one to be the pinky ring on his right pinky finger;