Black Rapunzel's Confession

Fetish, my favorite place         undifferentiated shades of paris    and wasted aristocracy on the fizzy  blond meat of their delusion          such approval in units called wigs or     gag orders one for all the nights of her  alltime youth and every lisping rooftop dizzy     with tuxedos and blow red lips and yellow afros pinched  into nylons and pinned down along the nape of a brown    skull howling in the shoulders of Jimmy’s guitar no castle     tall enough to unburden the coil or cloaked spiral of her intel         what she knows hidden under a bleached haystack that rivers her back like  the possessive fingers of a deadbeat husband she divorced some time ago but      he’s all in her hair all loose there all wet and civilized