coffeewhiskey

lost keys

the girl with keys around her neck
walks with locked up hips
and high tension cigarettes
bruised with lipstick
big keys heavy like gavels
sway with loose shoulders
in empty building endings
its never what they unlock
they are dull and blunt
sharp and useless
but the weight around her neck
the possibility of authority she gets
reminds us all it is never what or when
it is what it isn't and we never expect
and the random patterns of ridges
fall and glide
with a great disguise, like a poem
like a fake key, like an actor
and when they ask, she begs for a lock
like a turning point in every keys life
they hang from her neck in nooses lost
and releases them when they fits
from the jails a key can be locked in.