Duchess Blue

Gold is in the hands
Of the Duchess
Lighting her cigarette
Beside the waiter's station
But she cries
Her whole heart has been taken
By a slowly burning
Red Man
Wearing stolen fabric
Hoping for no hereafter
Grown from holes
In his soul
And fertilized
With his father's fists
He drives her to the
Airport
There was no plane
And her valuables were removed
All that was left
Was a radio to her right
But she didn't cry
The Red Man had left
All was well

The Duchess held her mink
Coat in her hands
As the Captain's ship rumbled
And the passage became
Thin
She was skewed
By a hole in her heart
Where the Red Man
Had left a burn mark
Erectly she held
Her composure
But she cried

The Red Man stayed in his
Same position
And found an angel
And he loved her
On the Captain's ship
And he didn't cry
He nodded to himself
And retained his position
Even when
He was surrounded by water
Until he saw the Duchess
Cry

The Duchess
Sat first class
And greeted a
Passerby
Between puffs on her
Cigarette
She was foraging for pain
The world behind the shades
She wanted to
Burn

He was slow
To realize that he,
The Red Man
Had left a burn
Behind her eyes
But he didn't care
Even though he was surrounded by
Water
He had his angel
And she didn't cry

The Duchess looked at herself
In the mirror
Touched her lips
And she cried
Pressing her lit cigarette
Deep into her chest
To be human
To be a woman
To be burned