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New Orleans
sinks
under its burden
of water and trees

with eyes half shut
the city sees
itself
mirrored in water

city of queens
doors half open
half invitation
half reflection

disneyland
is more real than these
moss covered trees

an old lady
rocking
trying to remember
what it is she has forgotten

Jacky
has eyes
like jewels
not aquamarine
like her rings     her eyes
are dark green

under her stetson
they gleam
with wicked intelligence
and her hair has been
made pale gold
to set them in

her fingers
play with her rings
this is not the intelligence of words
they understand
shapen and misshapen things
her dreams
are solid indulgences

my girl
likes boys
especially new
ones     she likes
girls too

she likes
lines across
an empty page
she likes
black and white

she is
fine
drawn like line
drawings

narrow
like Macintosh chairs
and when she smiles
a design
of tiny flowers
flares

Josephine
tastes of amphetamine
coal dust
poppers
and cocaine

and the innermost recesses of my body bear the traces
of where she’s been

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