I don't think tunnels can go this deep:
The way the oceans part--
Starfish foam, bubbling for air.

I saw the moon bleeding,
So many hidden cries.
She shouted:
"No fair, no fair...No fair..."
And now the polished skeleton
Bones glisten in the sun.

Taken from the dusty closet,
One by one by one.
Alongside a black journal,
No embellishments,
No lock to conceal shame.

Pages of her history,
Like collected pages of
The suffrage, and at the
Very last page, her dream's name.

Italicized like lies fresh oyster pearls shine.
Glistening in the frost of the night,
The soothing heat of her mind's height.
Tunnels can touch Earth's spine.

The sunny time's no old news
She is doing the walking in her
instant replay just pray for her
The Instant "Karma Shoes"

Any or too many Travelers' Advice
       ---    ....   _   _gone.. down
You set your own sunset like a price

A lovely lady bringing out
Her sunset went lower down her
body waves
What's inside us that craves?
It's time for you to figure out
her clues

Like he's the detective

A mind is a terrible thing to waste
Being selective pickier
The colors of the sunset change tricky
Burning heart love can be massive
What lines ahead of both of them
The crimes build like a guild

To run or to paint a lovely stay put
Eyes move the sunset
Like a crystal rock shield
Medieval love don't move
Changes the sun yellow yield
The women so beautiful
as they are to hold
  The King-set the chair or cheer
drinking
International  lip to lip he gets
The waitress jumps in an instant
Him or the hugs of bears or  beers

In her honor the Tapestry
What an artistry pink reds
burnt orange
The Venus of Dynasty

Instant Karma thinks he's
the Genious that prodigy
It will get you in your
boxers inside
Like a top student of biology
Like she's the
instant pudding smooth
To mix movie buff
The network like a NetFlix
She had another brainstorm
That's another flavor
puddling to fix
What are you waiting for?
What a gentleman opening
up her door
The Business workers, metals of hearts
Like steel robotic digging for metal heart
the undertakers tearing words apart
The true pledge leaders and
pitter scatter
heartbreakers
Was better watching the
Dog breeders your watch
Something changed at midnight
Cinderella without her clock

Who are the dreamers waiting for there love the sunset
It hot you don't get it yet? You need to cool off

The chocolate to die for the vanilla we cry for
In an instant, he opens her most dangerous door
Watch your heels clicking time bomb floor

You decide the bet never the ring box set
Lord of the rings we are never ready
at the same time near the sunset

The Dragon Lady like a picnic of flies
Vanilla sky

Dinner at eight Jean Harlow
How did she get into the picture
Don't ask why?

Just mellow transcend the prime
picture yellow
Like wings, you smile the butterfly
Your steps will get you just realize

In his Gucci shoes in the sandals
That sunflower hits her every hour
The instant smile resort
Be a sport, the sunset goes down
Can we change someone's heart
Another bone to throw dog watchers
X-Box you're moving to watch your
weight watchers
Your sunset all blood sweat and
tears beard trimming

The Dalmatian keeps taking your spots

How many times to be outfoxed
That sunset will be my last lick shot
Another heart to repair
Have dignity it's hard to work miracles
Don't fall for Autumn
when its the summertime

Her pink blush you heard it through
the grapevine wine
I heard her through the grapevine
How many times did she want him to be mine?

Sweet Caroline loves her lemonade
Flowers at her stand how lovely
Adds character like a big fun parade
They are  growing how her brain works
losing hope
The trees wake you up the color's alive

She's blooming innocent
until we meet again my sunset after 5
  The first time so instantly I saw her face
Those instant messages you need to feel
to regain consciousness your
skin of a  baby seal

She's the cloud passing her
whip cream delicious
But you have been whiplashed
Love should be clean something
cruel leads to mean

Seeing the change to have perished
The sunset disappears when my love
grows deeper it moves to vanish

But someone plays with your head
like a game *Instant Karma
No time for daydreaming
Like a bundle of cute Pomskies
Part huskies and Pomeranians
The sunset is coming
In the strangest place
You've been backhanded
the card game kingdom

Like a demonic joke
Or going broke life is a
comic book Fandom
I phone ring every day
in June

But your not ready its way too soon
Another instant Karma I Tunes
Miss Apple Jubilee so materialistic
you had me
The tapestry box
Poems of letters paradox
Who is truly the go-getter
Someone is springing like a
change of season
The four seasons love liaisons
For the right reasons
Like a new renovation
Internationally speaking
the whole entire
Sunset lips look divine waiting wet
Please don't dampen her spirit
To Remember September to relive it

The Morning glory Sapphire

Her energy got riveting so cheek razzled
Like the magician lost his love facts
Instant Zazzle Red Riding hood
Looking down going to Grandmas house
But down and out like the sunset of the Gods
How the sunset keeps coming love is more puzzling?*

This is a small figment of your imagination
A small town is divided like division
But the huge love
Came with the Divination
Ruled by the bark and paws mission
Something got caught
Bone to pick near her sunset
They left the love was too much
The camera wasn't set up

The love Men they ran with the box set
of boxers and ruff with
mans best friend their boxer bark
Their home is their bark

She was only 17 and smelled of cigarettes and sorrow
Standing under an old streetlight on the corner of
42nd and Harlow Avenue in the latest the hour can be

Why was she there, on the corner of 42nd and Harlow Avenue?
Nobody knew
Not even she did
Or how she got there
But that part wasn't entirely important
She still had her phone, her purse, her dignity
And most of her clothing?
Maybe just her phone and purse.

Her intoxication had taken over
Her vision is slightly blurry
And her head feels as though it weren't even there
Her senses are tricking her
For she hears a familiar rhythm from behind
Getting louder and louder in 4/4 time
She only realizes what it is when it stops right next to her

"How Much?" The man asks her
His eyes are full of greed
And his breath's filled with Whiskey
Hers probably smelled the same
Along with the result of an empty Camels pack

"Well?" He asks again, his eyes fixed on every curve her dress made
"How Much?"

She looks at him
Dead in the eye

"Life has no price when one wishes to end it."

He stares at her for a few seconds more
Then walks off into the shadows to find satisfaction

She watches him go
And keeps looking long after he's gone
She opens a new pack
And blows through half of it
Toying with the idea of taking three steps into Harlow Avenue

Seemed a fitting ending

to find a place to call home
where the bed nests flush in the corner
and the arms don’t loosen till you say so

to show all of your teeth and blow away
the bombs and dark purple air that cloud your sleep
and invite you to stay a minute longer

to live in boxes if that would make you closer
to knowing what it’s like to be a maypole
or a wild turkey or a king

to square your shoulders when you walk
and when you shudder
and when you listen

to find a place to call home
where you can leave without asking
if it’ll be there still at dusk

Cinderella did not teach me stand up against the wrong.
She did not teach me to be strong.
Katniss Everdeen did.
Aurora did not teach me that I don't need a man.
She did not teach me I am independent just as I am.
Cleopatra did.
Snow white did not teach me that real beauty has nothing to do with physical appearance.
She didn't teach me self love or acceptance.
Winnie Harlow did.
Ariel did not teach me to resist and fight.
She didn't teach me to raise my voice for what is right.
Malala did.
Ashley Graham gave me confidence.
Michelle Obama gave me inspiration.
Tris Prior taught me sacrifice.
Hermoine Granger showed me it's not only boys who can fight.
Nikita Gill taught me I am enough even without a man.
Joan of Arc showed me I can do anything he can.

Let's read to our girls stories of such badass, incredible, fierce and confident women.
Instead of stories where they are painted weak and can't do without men.
Let us teach them that they are powerful, they are strong.
And anyone who tells them different is wrong.
Let's read them stories of brave, heroic women instead of ones where they are shown weak and helpless.
Let's teach them to be warriors and not some princess.

A Place Called Harmony
This is just a spot in the road as the old saying goes but it does have history and it sets off of scenic highway one
Just a short country road then you turn on the street that goes up to the old creamery and the one
Building that still stands the place got its name from the fight between the creamy and the workers after
It was settled they changed the name to Harmony now the creamery is a gift shop and restaurant and
The only other building is occupied by the resident glass blower that allows tourist to come in and watch
Him create his pieces but what I can’t forget is the special guest that used to drop by for dairy products
Before continuing on to Hearst Castile as weekend guest names I know that receded into Hollywood’s
Past glory but still Rudolph Valintino and Jean Harlow create a sensation in the mind their shadows
Didn’t shine golden but in them was the unseen fixation here are the king and queen of the true
Golden age of Hollywood in harmony they were just real people for him no clothes of a desert sheik but
The smile was worth much more than the brandished desert sword the face and the physique that
Melted Untold thousands of lady fans they finally had it all in one person the desert prince who would
Conquer all fears and inhabitations they truly could float across a sea of sand end in the castle
Stronghold and all it cost was the price of a ticket to be enthralled enraptured and fall deliriously in love
All in a wonderful outing to the movies not bad we could use that kind of hero today instead of hearing
What a twit. Jean picks up where Rudolph leaves off anyone interested in sultry brooding gorgeous
Womanhood she delivered men found in her the gift to be a man stand on the mountain survey the
Lowlands then go and conquer take the good forge it into magnificence that matched the challenge she
Readily offered to speak a new language that captivates reverses the old and staid boring interaction so
Common because you just drift to the level you encounter all women possess the power to enliven and
Draw men up to higher levels jean could make it happen with the flutter of her eyes all women can do it
By the enriching highs that love easily generates to stand at the portal of a woman’s power know her
Grace and innocence puts drive and power in over drive the minute man sees it he becomes equal to
Race car driver’s airplane barnstormers of yesteryear a romantic figure looms and the woman finds it
exhilarating even some have been known to swoon all found and relived in simplicity in a place called
Harmony.

Don't think I'll be going to Rio
I will probably end up on Skid Row
which is only a step up from Harlow,
and
I used to have friends in Harlow
but
I don't have those friends anymore.

They'll hold a referendum on the poor and where to send them,
will you vote?

Some say rend them unto Caesar, put them on a train to Piza, but they say that just to please ya, it's a problem don't ya know.

And there are others with dark hearts,
they're not my brothers
who say work them unto death.

Share and share alike and if ya don't then take a hike,
you've got more than plenty there
why won't you share?

It reaches a crescendo when the lights go off in Harlow and the gas goes down in Hartlepool and the baby needs a feed,
so we feed them on false hope and the drugs we stole from several wars and tell them it's the dope and
will you vote?

Call it violation,
call it at the voting station
this is not the once great nation
if it ever was at all.

Shades on your eyes and you think that they're spies who are watching through curtains and twitching their certainties about who you are.
A bit further, too far and the gumshoes, par for this course.

Invisible ink makes you think you're not seen by the ice cream man in his MI5 van, but you're taped by the score and the many or more will sit on the church pews of offices, loaned them by wise men and fools who drool over Marlowe and they think this is Harlow or Harlem, but
we know it's Salem and they're coming to burn us.

Number forty-three was a bit of a sad story,
it used to be in glorious colour
the fuller figure of
Lana Turner, but the card was washed at forty degrees
in the pocket of my dungarees and how I cried
when it dried out, black and white and
not a splot of colour to be seen.

Jean Harlow who I didn't know
was number twenty-one
she was in my opinion about a number one,
she's gone too.

They should make picture cards
coloured only blue and then we'd know
what we're crying for.

(20 minute poetry)

forecast gloom.

Where on earth could it be
I wonder if it's at sea
the Sandettie light vessel automatic (a somewhat dramatic name for a flame)
always does that to me,
a thousand winding stairs
that nobody cares to climb
I wonder where on earth it could be
I wonder all the time.

back to some present
and presence of mine
back to the grind on
the underground line.

which is
quite pleasantly quiet on
this crisp early morn.

but there's always one who
chatters in and on the
spaces, down two places
neatly seated,
from Harlow, (new town)
by his own admission.

I expect he escaped the
Essex Sun
got on his horse
loaded his gun and
shot off down to London Town.

I meet strangers strangling looks
reading fairy tales
electric books
and treat them all with
kid gloves

it's better to be safe than worry
so
I hurry myself on.

Who says Civil Rights is an easy battle?
Ask Congressmen John Lewis and C.T. Vivian they jumped immediately into the saddle
Their thoughts would be, “Redemption, Achieve, Believe and Victory”
This is what the two Civil Rights Moguls were challenged
It was call to action
Civil Rights fight until won
They achieved in the 50’s and 60’s
But their mission is continuous in us until done
Yet, the world is continuing in the separation fight among
The rise in the fist being unity power
It didn’t matter the hour
Congressmen John Lewis and Rev C.T. Vivian didn’t tire
Don’t let movement after movement expire
It certainly was no easy stepping
March on March on in Congressmen Lewis and Rev Vivian’s hearts
Step out in one accord
They were assured being guided by our Lord
Struggles then continuing now in 2020
But the banner reads, “Black Lives Matter”
However, let’s take that even further, “All Lives Matter”
The struggles then was separation, but today the world is shouting Unification
Bringing all races together as one
This is nonstop
Civil Rights won’t be done until all feet are on solid ground
Lift every voice and be heard
Utter Civil Rights can no longer continue to be a plight
That was Congressmen Lewis and Rev. C.T. Vivian shedding light
They wanted to open up the world’s minds
No matter what the cost, separation wasn’t sublime
It was a fight for justice and voices rang loud
Congressmen Lewis and Rev C.T. Vivian mission was an urgent purpose
Influence obvious
The world wondering in curious
But it didn’t matter, Congressmen Lewis and Rev C.T. Vivian were simply furious
Civil Rights was a responsibility and should be sustained by all
Congressmen Lewis and Rev C.T. Vivian were involved in the Freedom Riders
Today the Civil Rights warriors would say, “Don’t let us catch you with your Civil Rights involvement undone
It’s continuous until complete
It would be Police in opposition
March on in precision
It was extension of determined exercised rights
Congressmen Lewis and Rev Vivian didn’t take that light
They vision in plain sight
There are two Heaven Harlow’s being Heaven’s call
They conquered and saw
Now it is time for us to continue on the road to Civil Rights
Congressmen Lewis and Rev Vivian are our determination
We will be their representation
Lift every voice and join hands
Let us march together in the sunrise until sundown
Embrace in commitment
Visualize in achievement
Dignity and honor from legacy
Muster from struggle’s past to victories to be gained
Upward and onward
2020, we are the new voices
Lift every voice and chant, “Civil Rights the purpose, and Freedom becoming the enterprise”
March on my Sons and Daughters
Civil Rights won’t be won until Freedom and Liberty reign.

.
In the valley of the shadow
hang the dead
and only fools go
blindly on,
but seeing is believing
so I leave the dead behind me
going on but no so blindly that
I cannot see the trail.

I run pale before the ice sheets
steeped in mystery, disease free,
but it's only me,
so sliding into that which has been hiding
through the blinding night of snowdrifts
on the wings of eagles lifting me and with
hawks eyes watch the sunrise through
the valley of the shadow

it's like being back in Harlow or
in Harlem or in a thousand other 
places where
I've been but never got to know.

I've seen them come and go
and I'll see them yet once more
before the doors are closed
behind me and I move along quite
blindly
knowing where I have to go.

As the winds blew
It is God giving the world a cue
The Harlow shade
It was heavenly made
The thunder of attention
The lightening along with the mention
God’s message to the world
I am here in heaven looking high and low
Pray and be sincere and never let go
I am the Lord that can take away fear
Always keep me near
The assurance of one’s faith
The outcome of one’s spirit
God’s reward in giving of merit
Walk with me
Let your light shine for all too see
All this comes from thee
Be encouraged within the say
Keep every day holy I say unto you unto this day.

Wanted:

A permanent partner, a fast friend,
A heartbreaking Harlow, a mystifying muse,
A goth girl, a Southern seductress

Must be:
     Someone who will call me up & call me
     out
     Someone who wakes my senses and keeps
     me in bed
     Someone strong enough to show me her
     faults and weak enough to cave to my
     cravings of
          intimacy in caffeine-driven crescendos
          of stimulating company & conversation
          as well as the spontaneous shenanigans
          of improvised encounters
     Someone to sow the seeds of new love in
     the furrowed field left by Life's scarring
     upon my heart.

Heaven above
Blessings to think of
Flesh into spiritual soul
It’s Heaven’s assurance being whole
Touch my heart to be humble
Blessed is the believer
Salvation unto the receiver
Gospel word preached until
Everlasting promised at will
A time to pray
Keeping the Devil away from being the Saint’s prey
The spirit that compliments
The flesh and soul that separates
The Lord who forgives and the Saint’s who appreciates
A turn to acquaint
The blessings in thanks
The Lord having the virtue
A promise held in truth
Grace and Mercy that follow
Faith in the Lord, and not be shallow
Guidance in protect with the spiritual light of Harlow

Alabama “Sweet Home Alabama” by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Alaska “Feel It Still” by Portugal. The Man
American Samoa “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga
Arizona “Edge of Seventeen” by Stevie Nicks
Arkansas “Don’t Stop” by Fleetwood Mac
California “California Love” by Tupac and “They Not Like Us” by Kendrick Lamar
Colorado “September” by Earth, Wind Fire
Connecticut “Signed Sealed, Delivered” by Stevie Wonder
Delaware “Higher Love” by Whitney Houston and Kygo
Democrats Abroad “Love Train” by The O’Jays
District of Columbia “Let Me Clear My Throat” by DJ Kool
Florida “Won’t Back Down” by Tom Petty
Georgia “Turn Down for What” by Lil’ Jon
Guam “Espresso” by Sabrina Carpenter
Hawaii “24K Magic” by Bruno Mars
Idaho “Private Idaho” by The B-52s
Illinois “Sirius” by The Alan Parsons Project
Indiana “Don’t Stop Til You Get Enough” by Michael Jackson
Iowa “Celebrate” by Kool & the Gang
Kansas “Carry on Wayward Son” by Kansas
Kentucky “First Class” by Jack Harlow
Louisiana “All I Do Is Win” by DJ Khaled
Maine “Shut Up and Dance” by Walk the Moon
Maryland “Respect” by Aretha Franklin
Massachusetts “I’m Shipping up to Boston” by Dropkick Murphys
Michigan “Lose Yourself” by Eminem
Minnesota “Kiss” and “1999” by Prince
Mississippi “Twisting the Night Away” by Sam Cooke
Missouri “Good Luck, Babe” by Chappell Roan
Montana “American Woman” by Lenny Kravitz
Nebraska “Firework” by Katy Perry
Nevada “Mr. Brightside” by The Killers
New Hampshire “Don’t Stop Believin’” by Journey
New Jersey “Born in the USA” by Bruce Springsteen
New Mexico “Confident” by Demi Lovato
New York “Empire State of Mind” by Jay Z and Alicia Keys
North Carolina “Raise Up” by Petey Pablo
North Dakota “******* Fire” by Alicia Keys
Ohio “Green Light” by John Legend
Oklahoma “Ain’t Goin Down” by Garth Brooks
Oregon “Float On” by Modest Mouse
Pennsylvania “Black and Yellow” by Wiz Khalifa and “Motownphilly” by Boyz II Men
Puerto Rico “Despacito” by Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee
Rhode Island “Shake it Off” by Taylor Swift
South Carolina “Get Up (I Feel Like Being a) *** Machine” by James Brown
South Dakota “What I Like About You” by The Romantics
Tennessee “9 To 5” by Dolly Parton
Texas “Texas Hold ‘Em” by Beyonce
Utah “Animal” by Neon Trees
Vermont “Stick Season” by Noah Kahan
Virginia “The Way I Are” by Timbaland
Washington “Can’t Hold Us” by Macklemore
West Virginia “Take Me Home, Country Roads” by John Denver
Wisconsin “Jump Around” by House of Pain
Wyoming “I Gotta Feeling” by Black Eyed Peas
****** Islands “VI to the Bone” by Mic Love

The gaunt faces of Indian grannies telling stories of nasty ******
Crushed between two bigassed African girls,
Their stick houses crashing down around the Crusaders—
Her face hurting from wedging her tongue so far up mother’s ***
British eyes eating *** like starving bare feet blindly
Running through desert corridors of the sun—
The round faces of geometric grannies telling nasty Indian ***** stories—
Crushed between two big African girls, stick houses crashing down on the Crusaders; her dreamy-eyed film flat on her back and nervous—
Suckling the tiger’s ****, a mother and daughter that could be twins—
Model wearing tweed dresses with matching short jackets,
American Vogue on August 15, 1954,
Bettie, Rothko, and me reading aloud
From Job’s laptop to a deaf tiger, she gnashing her dialectical teeth—
The blonde in boxer shorts losses her 3rd eye,
False teeth and Russian accent in the Crimea—
Yesterday, today and tomorrow—
Headless women souls forgotten yet sanctified,
A mother to us all to prove Evolution
You’d have to go back in time and find the first ****
That ever crawled from the sea starving, hysterical and naked—
Her **** like sweat soaked mountains
As she ***** into the mouth of an ugly girl
As if she were ******* into a *** of gold—
If she were my granny I’d **** her **** all night
Mother-like sister and sister-like daughter
Speaking in squares and cubes over Archimedes’
Her mother’s *** yours like sweet Sonia of the rock,
Too often your wife has been seen out after dark,
Arab girls in school thwarted by butchers.
Press freedom in Bangladesh underground
Like the comic book lives of the Sainted Virgins—
1,000 Mothers dreaming of their mirrors reflections—
British eyes eating their *** like starving bare feet blindly
Running through the desert corridors of the sun—
The round faces of grannies telling stories of nasty Indian ******
Crushed between two big African girls,
Stick houses crashing down on the Crusaders—
Her face hurting from wedging her tongue so far up her mother’s ***
Suckling the tiger’s **** a mother and married daughter that could be twins
Yesterday, today and tomorrow—
The geometric yellow faces telling stories of nasty Indian ******
The wives of Satan’s bloated purple tongues,
Their fish eyes gouged out by naked frog-faced demons
Johnny Gutai ran away from his grandmother’s in the light of the full yellow moon leaving his gyaru girlfriend passed out on the floor—
A **** so black with a heart as cold as stone
Yet her ******* smelled like cinnamon,
She’d jump through hoops for Johnny,
**** his friends and set herself on fire—
She’d drink **** and ***** in public places
And always had a smile for his grandmother,
Her love was like something from a black and white movie,
The inside of her **** burnt with cigarettes—
Johnny used to tell her he loved her then cut her cheek with broken glass,
When she cried he’d suffocate her with a pillowcase
While he laughed and drank cold beer
She was the perfect woman with golden teeth
Who knew all of Shakespeare’s words by heart,
Her father was a successful banker, Yoko Ono her role model—
Johnny was going to be a Gutai star
And make paintings from her flesh,
she dyed her hair blonde for him and learned to walk like Jean Harlow—
But he ****** her head so hard she went deaf and crazy
And couldn’t tell her face from the mirror’s reflection—
Somewhere a cat cried for milk and her once lovely eyes
Were bloodshot from the strain,
The full moon was the queen of the night,
Grandmother drunk face down on the mat—
This was Johnny’s chance and he ****** her hairy ******* all night,
Not all night because she woke up and rolled over
And wanted to get fingered without really waking up
And she dreamed that it was Johnny who died on a Kamikaze mission
Against the Americans in the pacific
But it was the North Korean boy she loved
Who brought her home and shared her body with his father—
His mother drunk, a ***** and a **** who gave her ***** away
To anyone for the mere asking while he painted poison portraits
Of Golden Age Hollywood stars with tar on canvas
And showed them at the Modern Art museum
Where a ****** was in love with him—
Johnny Gutai was a pornographic hero
Who ****** his grandmother and beat his girlfriend ******,
Who ran off, got married and changed his name—
He never wanted to go back in time,
Wanting to stay in the future where all was fine
Until he had a daughter who had golden eyes
And his wife committed ritual suicide—
And his grandmother came to live with them, her ***** sporting a bright yellow bush in a ****-covered stall in a bathroom in the bowels of New York,
A queer smiles through the blood and broken teeth thankful for the fix—
As she ****** some Arab reading, cursing the New York Times,
On her knees in fishnets in November, cold as hell inside and out,

An Australian girl got drunk with me
And now she’s having my baby,
In a philosophical smack-down between Ayn Rand and the Marquis de Sade
Ayn Rand would take down Sade hard and he’d love it, winning by TKO—
Then she’d **** his precious perfumed *****
Like a good Russian bourgeois—
Pleading with her French lover to come hotly in her mouth,
In her mind she pretends to be the Greek Cleopatra
******* the ***** of Midnight stalking albino cowboys
Who tell her they’re gay but it doesn’t matter, holding hands in love in the dark using his tee shirt to swab the sweat from her Holy orthodox backside
He sodomizes her roughly until her **** bleeds,

Calling her a man repeatedly until she believes him,
And she feels a rush through her veins like chlorine through chocolate—
I thought the city was on fire but it was just a man in the street lighting matches; he attended Yavneh of Telshe Yeshivah and became a geisha in the heart of Tokyo lusting after Jesus in her stockings in the garden,
Her flesh smooth as the Queen of Sheba’s divine breast milk—
Cell 16 won’t show their **** while being invitro fertilized by their dads—
Fathers and sons setting themselves on fire like the Buddha foretold,
No celibacy, no lesbians, no digital photography,
But she ***** horses, Judy O’Day crawling to the door

Love to a teenager is but a dialectical tool,
The geisha’s leash turning to wet cabbage,
Her mother getting shoved under a moving freight train—
Spraying her open mouth with pesticides,
Jessie watching television all night long, “Number 12 Looks Just Like You”
I prayed to the Lord that your mother would let me come in her mouth
After ******* her throat and the Lord answered my prayer

There were seven teenagers in the alley one talking like Noam Chomsky—
As brunette as Stella Adler, Tuesday Weld wasn’t in the Godfather
Because she was on the other side of the world
Stretching her ***** open with sticky fingers—
Eaten out by a geisha girl that could pass for a Latina
She’d be a witch if she were in Angola or Salem back in the day—
Her blonde ***** **** mother gang-***** by cobras—

Burlesque: women dancing naked  
in public emerged from the Swing
Era; Hollywood Bombshells    starting w/      Harlow
   succeeding the Vamp, incorporating flapper-tropes
   into a voluptuous
        oversexed        package [Monroe's Method Dramatics   |            |
          & go-                      Gypsy Rose Lee's showmanship]:       go dancers
followed from the late-thirties,  through the 40's
into the 10950's & 60's; each   Era                                   w/ its own marked
difference: in presentation; circa 1930: naked &
******, naked
                              & on the floor, naked & drugged
& ****** - [circa 1940's Devout       Roman Catholic gangsters
looking      after      Fundamentalist Pentecostal Christian girls,
big money, big cars,
fancy hotels    |        & circus runways]; [tent shows,
              back to hay sticking on ur back [where love grows]    sometimes u
              gotta pay
              the rent:
circa 1950's TV ||
circa 1960's
circa 1970's
circa 19--'s
[2001010101010...

I won't mention ur unmasked features,
ur mask fallen---
I am a fool in love w/ plastic women;
Barbie Law applies in Iran & Turkey,
there are nomads in the desert---

I can only imagine u as pale blue
& Chinese, a blur that sends me out in
the rain---a fool there was, I cradle a cat
& it purrs like a nitro-driven funny car;
like the ******* wandering
the Polish border---do we know why?

Babylon had synth-pop
that we will never hear---
Egypt had Jews Egyptians never saw
& now 1000s of years later (millennia
pass & poets still get drunk in pop-up
bars w/ pop-up ****** from the street
but she is no fool (Candy
could have made a divine wife,
if only one could believe those things)
marriage hands her the golden cup,
u are like me in that way---

I plastered my room w/ life-size posters
of Taylor Swift & spent the next few days
doubled-over, sometimes throwing up
until the rummy next door
brought me a bottle & an Apink CD relievedly
a terracotta roller-coaster
shoots right past my window, Roman soldiers
retain the memories of wives long gone

voice activated voice recognition;
retinal scan DNA ****** recognition
identity theft MRI individuality---
fingerprints & dreams or maybe not
dreaming our slithering selves
into being; sliding like **** sacred
serpents preaching in the garden
I know---

Half-naked strippers & movie stars
crowding me out of my own closet;
wearing my purple vest & zoot suit
among my 1000s of descendants
there are no prophets today, only
swift bikinis watching me through
dark eyes---

Those seers that foretold the world
in prehistoric times---they saw
everything u see today & yesterday
& tomorrow are like u in that way
& like Theda Bara in 'A Fool There Was'
u are a vamp dropping ur bra to the floor
& like Jean Harlow u never wear *******
I like u more than modern dance
& long to see u shimmy
in prehistoric times---when Christ came around
no one called the dancing girls,
all bells & bangles naked beneath sheer muslin

The CCCP calls the Dali Lama
a wolf in monk's clothing---
I call u a geisha dressed like a 7th Ave. *****---
u call me & leave a rambling voice-mail,
my house is a smart-house---

Come inside & I will admit I am a fool
while kissing ur ruddy, sweaty feet---
O girl, I am ur fool & I will dig my fingers
in the earth until I unearth u like a fossil
w/ foolish fingers & hair like Theda---
Stringy, **** outside, the Indian girl
won't come in here, she's a Bollywood star

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