The Tao of Utopia - An Urban Exploration Poem
Stopping far from a level concourse behind a mahogany door
to a room where a girl poses for a portrait on the floor
between a large book and a crooked television.
Her gossamer night dress hasn't been changed from in nights and days.
She said, “You bring the poon, we’ll bring the doom.”
She was always down for trouble.
Always in some kind of it.