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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

antony bitching at cleopatra as she blows him

he used to tell me as i removed his armor

honey pie, you over pack everything

your suitcase
your bowl
your bed

as i swallowed him knowing

he was a means of suicide

but he was 2/3rds right

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends writing

cleopatra’s apron

he told me
it was that sexy little upturned swish
at the corner of my amber eyes
the curve i sometimes place
at the edge of my eyeliner

which told him
that i had both the flour sifting power
to bake him the perfect cake

or command my egyptian armies
to cut off his empire’s
holy roman grain supply

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Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

Do you know what you want?

his stool sits next to me at the bar
one hemisphere to the left

he tips his panama up with the rim
of a green belgian beer bottle

leaning in until his shoulder finds mine

this is an unfair question
cuz i get mad when people ask me…
i don’t know after all these years…
but do you KNOW what you want?

she leans back all cleopatra
with an asp in her purse
and says

yes
i want to read everything
i want to write everything
i want to fuck everyone worth fucking
i don’t care about fame
i want to die a grandmother
from a lethal bong hit
i want to be mummified and placed in the Smithsonian
so that i may keep saying something to people

damn
that’s beautiful
what’s it gonna take?

a steely resolve to keep moving

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cleopatra upon her litter

i have become

cleopatra upon her litter

 

exiled

 

carried aloft in a bed built for an inconvenient queen

above the melded glass sands of blood and grain

desert winds my howling comfort

 

cast out by a tyrant brother

ptolemy’s thirteenth incarnation

each generation more of a reason

he must die in the nile

 

little husband

and his geldings

 

i am chained by the ankle for you

to this land

these people

we are egypt

 

through my opium haze

i see my blessed alexandria

and pray before jackal headed gods

to return me from this death

 

my eyes follow the light

of the marble watch tower

emanating from the isle of pharos

 

ancient port

 

deliver me guidance and knowing papyrus

so that i may find my way

to the great whore mother streets

her libraries

and temples built

 

i shall seduce caesar and his army

if the gods make it so

 

resurrect the statue of me