the slick boutique

sister haze on her deathbed
clutching her rosary of stars
could be me but obviously no

the slick boutique
on broadway is (sorry to grind)
but a spinning grinning mask

the way so it goes and onward
where condoms tick as breathy
as stopwatch foxes

her gumball machine full of stage names
most call her latitude and longitude
have my tongue i'd be something too

everyone's playing hooky
no one's 'fessing up
realized this a moment

so much so my hasty oblivion spills
over second base and the weather's
so cold today that i don't care