She floats in beauty
on size 10 gunboats,
paddlewheels ponderously punctuating procession
through a wake of disenchanted dream bettors.
A husband's indiscretion
makes bars and chatrooms her obcession.
She coyly accepts men's praise cigarettes
inhaling the praise,
exhaling the responsibility.
Her knight in shining armor
is a tarnished warrior
who enhances his image
with poetry aided mirrors.
She is his and he is hers eternally
but he will never leave his family
(the children's sake u understand).
O WHAT CHIVALRY!
She sits in front of the computer
awaiting her hero's return.
Cellulite invading a once firm body,
her vein strewn cheeks squinting at the monitor,
keyboard cacophony reminiscent of needles
noisily knitting the emperor's new clothes.
Copyright ©2002 Daniel Grey Taylor
