Daredevil

I had waited no more than an hour
when the Daredevil appeared.
For I seemed to need help
and she seemed to know the way back home.

She was risking life and limb
playing russian roulette with all the bullets in.
She arrived like Evil Knievel
on a motorcycle decaled with flames.

First she promised a map.
She was an architect of vacuous
and impoverished words.
You could tell because under her hat
she never made eye contact.

Leaping off her motorcycle
she said it didn't work anymore.
Out of petrol? Out of luck and light,
she tricked me with complicated conjugations of verbs.

And I went because there were no other symbols to follow.
Just a well worn path through the woods
where she tempted many a traveller.

Daring him to jump the ravine.
Convincing him that a leap of faith
was all that was needed to get him home.

Glitter nymphette, I told you that i'm out of touch.

Newly wed, I told you, that I don't have much.

Hoola skirt, I told you.

U could rule the world, she told me.