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..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I was like goin' through a tunnel of animated super heroic world but most and foremost, her character that has captured much to my ecstasy.Absolutely excellent writes Max.