Ramble in the Void

Things started grating on her nerves.
She felt like an impatient outpatient,
awaiting test results, most of the time.

She was wearing thin of her lovers
and the migratory little red dress
she wore on her outings.

Pixie sized, brown eyed,
sharp as a leathered whip,
she, none the less, always seemed
an octave away from a symphony;

never complete, never ending,
always searching for a harmonious
chord to complete her song.

She started giving poetry readings
at the local Border's Cafe.
Both her eyelashes and the tongue lashings
she gave society
were much appreciated by the literary sect.

Her performances were the metaphors of
her existence,
Immodest ramblings
down off-stage roads.

Bobbie Kilzer Gogain