29 April 2010

Poem: Young Diana

DIANA IN HOLLYWOOD

She shakes her hair, checks her lips,
pulls down her skirt a little bit
to clear her hips, and clear the air:
she will run the woods tonight;

pulls up her skirt a little bit,
checks the mirror, finds her bow,
she will run the woods tonight;
heads down Sunset to the bar,

checks the mirror, finds her arrows,
leaps the rope and shifts her gears;
heads on over to the bar;
orders something with a twist.

She checks her right and then her left,
finds her sisters, who bare their breasts,
who bare their hips to clear the air,
and bite their lips and shake their spears.
They will run the woods tonight.