The roller derby maidens
immediately took offense to my honesty
and religious positions.

I soon found their heels adorned by saints
with tangled rosaries, the ones
that worked directly with the poor

progeny of kings and giants.
After the girls won the race in lingerie and knee pads,
they told me to jot down the important stuff:

There are no more towns in love
between the big cities, just freeway
vines growing around our homes and hot rods,

just quick glances and quicker pickpockets
snatching driver's licenses but leaving the
filthy twenties still dusty with old cocaine.

I've always enjoyed sharing someone else's dirty laundry
with the smart Wall Street suits
and their dry cleaners with sour picket signs.

11/30/2011

Author's Note: Ok, whose voice is this? It's certainly not mine.

Posted on 11/30/2011
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