Paranormal Woman #7

If you strike it, yr highness.
Postmodernly with flint.
& if it sparks.
A postmortem with lipstick.
Strategies become wavelengths.
On foot.
The saddle-dreams-catching-fire.
Of Nietzsche's Man & Superman.
Singing like straw.

(Though to sing as straw.
You must believe as straw wld believe.
Then masturbate in disbelief.)

Keep in mind, yr highness.
Exiles are iPods stooped to in groves.
Their music is evidence.
Explosions rush to exclude.
If email is careless. (Too Coolidge
to piano.)
Then delete is yr option.