these we said on a dark day in my black car staring at

reflexions of neon in windblown puddles
a jumble of inappropriatenesses
and no apologies for the darkness

the rape
mousey girl so shy
cacophonic walking by
doesn't know catwalking
in quiet shoes
in the garish streets of night
corners turned in helpless fright

sneakered predators drool
on mouseys scent of hoyden cruel
two pairs of rapt raptors
engines of disastrous danger have
disgorged their hate and anger
against themselves
on her

and not a solitary soul
is witness to her role
as victim ten lies crying
her gentle soul now dying
and all because of loud shoes

sorry no picture. got one in my head but haven't done this painting yet. …