Venus of the suburbs

Doors open wide
in her deep blue eyes
dashing into thoughts
and words
and noiseless worlds
where nobody’s allowed in.
Like a lotus in the mud
she wears her gloom and glides away
before the first light of the day
leaks through the blinds of the window.
She sets off to her
underpaid job,
she’s a poesia-rock heroine,
and morning puddles steal
her faint smiles –

[ the way she survives
they love it ].