Americana literature theatre travel


the first poem

to ever boom from my lips

in a public place

shattered window glass

of the warehouse bar and theatre

onto the rooftops of

hipster microbreweries

in brooklyn


for a moment the cops

stopped searching every brown

man, woman, and child on the street

to listen to a mad woman explain

how daddy is the word for god

to a little girl


bright lights, big city

and a southern cry so loud

the king’s bones stirred in his tomb

at graceland

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