“Britney Spears: by Night”
(A Poem for Britney)
If I think of Britney Spears wandering about sleeplessly
All night on the streets of some covered asphalt city, by moonlight,
I feel sad, as if I had no notion
Of the private ship she was on, ploughing thorough icy waters.
She knows now of the creepy crawlers around her, full of joy,
Do as you are told, people.
Her lilac days passing, her fans like dead plants—sleeping,
Even her loved ones are in some kind of dead snooze.
Alive she was, like a sleek dove, a wild golden faun,
Taking the world for a ride, in any direction they want
Then, she was swallowed up suddenly from beneath,
Like the dark bits of day and night, searching out twilight…
No: 2715 6-8-2010
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