5923. LET'S PUT OUR FINGER ON SOMETHING

LET'S PUT OUR 

FINGER ON 

SOMETHING

(traveling in time)
She's the sort of girl they nab in the department store

for taking a scarf or a wallet  -  something stupid and

whimsical too. She doesn't need either, already having 

a hundred. Claiming an ancient lineage from a Baroness 

Von Schmenkenberg or something in Austria, two worlds

let her straddle them : like high, like low, all those riches 

go. It doesn't matter, and the words don't work : an alibi 

is just like any other lie only perhaps safer if it works.

-

They pimp her fondness for riches like they pimp a

nine-year old's eyes if they could : innocent and loving

all in one. What's the matter with anything here?

-

Baroness, I'm sitting in this stinking garret now, 

drawing lines on paper with pencil, just trying to 

make things work. You're out on the ledge pretending 

to die again. My stab at Existentialism has not worked. 

I'm blind again, and oh so stupid once more.

-

Look at that skylark : it rolled past the southern 

window just as you were pouring that drink. 

I swore I saw it stop and look. Birds don't do 

that, do they? I'm' trying here to put my

finger on something.