Hellen, A Rolling Stone
Pigeon's wife
could break a heart like Podgy Boy
a naughty toy was she
caught in an old blues between a french kisser
and a cousin from Vincent Street
her crimson speech
did hung men who shot men
and fought men who thought men
best to taboo Creole
An European's dream
her fallopian schemes
did spread out babies in trays
next to banana's they'd lay
mocking the mums
hustling Jeremy's lane
and when the felonies came
she bombed jails
bribed gavels
she'd bite apples
but in the foyers of white chapels
she mingled
sprinkled on Father's tongue
she'd stride to the tip
and pose
dressed in vice
voiced in dress
her breasts in her west
and Pigeon on her mind...