KING KONG' S LAST POEM

King Kong's last poem   by John Grey:

I had love to deal with
as well as fighter planes.
Not only my body in the clouds
but my head as well.
Pierced by cupid’s arrows,
blasted by machine gun fire,
it got so I didn’t know
one from the other.
So I toppled, I fell.
The allure of woman,
the inhumanity of man…
hard as I hit,
it was like the ground saved me.

Dress:                                   Bemytrash
Jacket:                                  St. Martins
Shoes:                                  Jeffrey Campbell