Saturday, December 14, 2013

new poem: Fashion Plate



send me off somewhere in black leather
it's riding on my head equine
nearest I get to Secretariat
see comrades I'm a hat nut
compares to graduate studies
I'm a thesis
got this one fresh in the mail from the  online auction
came in a sealed bag hygienic as a Contac capsule
why do certain looks say pills?
no dookey in my socks
no wrong blood levels
it's a look that says prowling
in essence I am
 

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