Georgia and Bute
By: jade
blue suit walks alone
followed by red cap
plaid flanel lurks
while the bandana's shoot some hoops
shirts or skins?
does it matter?
bleached blond spikes
are chatting up the skirts
sweater vests and muscles flexed
the lattes and cappuccinos race by
talking, but who's listening?
does it matter?
the sharks are circling
there's green blood in the water
fins erect with the scent
patent leather portfolios
gold or silver hardware?
does it matter?
goosebumps hold their breath on my skin
as the shivers dance along my spine
I stand naked
is this all there is?
do I matter?
GEORGIAA