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“Sugar Plum Fairy came and hit the streets”



Dragging the soul of a contender

who painted crooked lines and dotted futures

Spinning lies on the edges of gossamer wings,

then lickin her lips, black as night patterned velvet

while tracing underground sidewalks in glittered graffiti

and menu’d offerings


“Lookin' for soul food and a place to eat”



Digging in the pockets of her intended victims,

tossing lint to the curb in puddles of drool

Singing in a voice louder than her grumbling stomach

now exposed to the harsh winter of tomorrow

as foot soldier scarves in drab green

wrap her twisting ankles from the cold



“Went to the Apollo”



Standing in a long line for a ticket

to this sold out show, basking in the marquee lights

Collecting auditions from drifters

and finding her melody in a passing taxi,

yellow as her checkered present,

ignoring her cries to be ridden



“You should have seen him go go go”



Exhaust fumes mixed with knock off Channel #5

and scraping stiletto heels sparking on the emotions

of an ill fitting t-shirt with Lou Reed’s face stretched

to the limits of her darkly carved wild side,

she falls in line, fourth from the right

as metronome earrings sway in rhythm



“and the colored girls sing…”