I bum a
Camel
Red from
a weathered
blue-eyed
gentleman
conversing
with
himself
John Wayne
he bought
her a
martini... he
bought her
a martini
and said
"how'd you
like to be
queen of
the cow
girls?"
I say
I'd like that
but he
wasn't actually
talking
to me
stepping
lightly
along the
city hall
rose garden
runway
I offer each
vivacious
bloom
a drag
and think
of the playing
cards painting
the white
flowers red
for the
Queen o'
Hearts
the monarchs
dip around us
drunk
or
hungover
I stop at
a handful
of shoppes
to offer up
my time
for money
dosing out
some loves
and hunnys
from my
lipstick'd
mouth
I keep
a deflective
hat and
glasses on
to medusa
any men
waiting
in the
shade
to hurl
unsolicited
advice
in my
direction
as they are
so reliably
want
to do...
