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The Ice Princess or An Edict from Miss X

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Inverted mazes…
Sands of an hour glass
Disappear behind a modern bar.
Silver against sea…
Her fingernails deep red
Scratch the turquoise puddle.
Her cleavage curves in rubber and
Black sunglasses reflect small t.v.’s…
In which is viewed
itty-bitty whirling helicopters
reflected from the evening news.
As the waiter brings martini’s
She dumps the money from her bag…
Still smiling.
Ceiling fans blow back hot banana breezes.
Her voice is chic.
She rouges out a cheek.
Straw bills curling on her compact mirror…
Cocained sun-burned silks and rolex gleaming…
She jangles car keys on a current magazine.
One long catfish fingernail taps upon a picture
Of the Pope…
Whose photograph bleeds into a spill of renegade booze.
She brushes aside my words
Holding eagerly to her own…
That silver bullet way she fires
Her icy metal speech…
Reverberates within my skull…
And designates a clear cut seat…
My cue to keep my place and not compete.
She, in control, can dominate the maze and
Her razor sharp, brilliant deceptions maintain.