Eyes Of Hope And Ecstacy Poem by Maxwell B Anderson

Crystalline, jewelled eyes.
Turquoise blue or green.
dressed in toy baby clothes
bought at age seventeen.

Of the blood-line of killers;
Cataclysmic Odetta.
Danced in the murder halls sipping
absinthe, and eating fetta..

A playful little serial kitten
experiments with MDMA
Flashing strobe-lite, convulsive twitching
her ecstacy eyes spelt D.O.A.

To some that might seem
like a bulletted shame...
But it's really only temporary.
She says, '...And I'm to blame! '

And all the fun with her posse
they been havin, its all good & clean.
'Compared to those seduced and
Corrupted by, the War & Death Machine...'

Thats ecstacy in Her eyes.
...and deeper..