A Sunset For A Swan

Johnny with the roving eyes sits bored upon the

riverside, as

Juliet, his future bride, jumps naked in the water.

Figure eights

and scuba dives, deep down she's blowing suicide. She

squeaks and metamorphosizes movie stars and slaughters.

Johnny's staying serious, his face is kind of frozen,

one

eye is completely closed, and one eye is wide open. It

swivels

from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every goddamn

thing

that's wrong. When Johnny's holding Juliet, it's like I

hold my

cigarette. I squeeze it, choosing to forget the warning

on the

carton. I flick it from the window ledge and stuff it

on the

waterbed. The black smoke rises overhead, then settles

over

London. I am staying serious, my face is kind of

frozen. One

eye is completely closed, and one eye's staying open.

It

swivels from a sunset to a swan. It weeps for every

goddamn

thing that's wrong. When Johnny's holding Juliet, it's

like he

holds his cigarette. He hangs her from the window

ledge, and

blows her over London. She'd pick a star and pirouette,

she'll

turn a cartwheel on my head. I grit my teeth, put up

with it,

because it's all for fun.