Renata de Deus

Renata de Deus; beauty
queen drenched in sepia
stained purple haze
watching time fly by
intermittently falling
into conversations
with mother and the
twenty strange folks
that know her through
the new-age wireless,
tapped and wrapped
into tinfoil and towels
reading Salinger and
slowly twirling her
real pearl necklance
around her real finger
contemplating what, if
anything, is Real down
below.

The mind stutters
like shutters six feet
underground with London's
underground rattling past,
the next stop is: Hope & Despair
and I thank you for being there
as I alighted onto a desolate
platform, save your solitary
figure head tucked into collar
as the cold wind blew fantastic
newspapers in and out of the jet
streams of mother nature
wrought glorious revenge
on the destructive indolence
of the masses - brake light flashes
on a cold winter night bringing you
closer to me, exhaling warmth
and inventing our own Rhyme
Scheme, you are a Living Dream.