Thursday, 30 January 2020

Fey



Fey from Rocky Street
With her brother Jay
Who had gold streaks in his hair
Black
She was joyous, she was fey
She stept to me sedulously
I ran away
She pronounced ‘Bullshit!’ incredulously
At all romantic displays
(addresses to Venus
In the darkening day)
She read a lot
Mostly magazines
She thought a lot
Of Sharon Stone
She was lit by the light of the city’s florid rays
How does she look now,
and how in the light of day?

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