Tuesday, September 16, 2014

new york city transplants


Momoun's peaks are green but
they donot match the yarn between
her legs

The prince cries across the
pyramid that separates them but the
cow boy

tightens his lasso in Montanna
the desert slaves step lightly on
the green

tail with satin slippers Momoun
drapes herself in grain from Africa
and weeps





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