After Drive-by by Barbara Beck, Roppongi by Maitresse and On She Sells by Sean S.
Glance over my shoulder
into lonely wishing
damnedest charade
ever
seized by a man.
Roadsided stopgap
cementing my garden
thumbing every transport
that I can.
Paralysed winces of a child
squeezed between
nose-blowing and never
doing
time.
Flawed thickets,
avenues,
swallow-packed banks.
Offending snows
of bobbing
lime.
Waited as long
as a well brought up girl should,
mystified holder
of quiet
frayed
stars.
Too barbarian, each
question
too wordily
resting
its elbows
on unseen bars.
Somewhere between
a stopgap
and a tourniquet
money's laws
dole out
shoals of time.
One briney
promenade.
A girl's strong handbones.
A wet rag muffling
the taste
of her eyes.
Berries
in a maid's mouth.
Shouts
of a high rise.
Captively opaque
down to the line.
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Hey Jon, what did you think of the little prose poem I wrote after this? I thought it was fun to take bits of your language and your narrative and then skew them into this pop culture ish poem, totally in contrast with where the orig language was. I really admire many of your lines in here, and found that they evoked so much for me, made me want to play off of them in so many ways, but also just to enjoy reading them here in your great piece!
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