Wanted
A svelte woman with thick
black eyebrows
With the thin concentration
of a fox
And the pale green eyes
of wet moss
She must be older
know the world
Walk the streets of Monaco
with me
The short ladder with bad luck
whose not afraid of things cold
I'm not afraid of those who are cold
this city
Where everybody acts like theyre older
and carries
A cinder chip on their shoulder
theres a fake fight for life
Outside my front stoop
and my eyes are sensitive
To light
so why leave the womb?
Svelte woman come grow with me
tell me
Of your travels to Amsterdam
its more beautiful in my mind