GOLDMINE

studio 54
taught latin boys the dance
of all brown worlds.
while we learned how gypsys wear their hair
in winter.

tonight war came on the news
and t.v. could have been dead
to us
as long as we had
the blue smoke maracas to live to.

as long as
our brothers and fathers and lovers and such
came to kiss our lips for all the coulours
that played in our hair.
and the studio boys with brown skin and shoes
had sand girls kiss their hips for all the steps
that stayed in our heads.

-- JENNY SADRE

ABNORMAL
down on riverside
red hair joe johnson loved starr best.
and as we explained
our soul maps
acid jazz pushed himself into our
chests.
disregarding some one's best friend's
honeysuckled
breasts as her home--
he moved in.

and up on chambliss
shadows became our roads
and our roads
went on for miles and miles
and rivers became where joe and starr
found soul
and stole our map for all of that summer.
beside their river
we moved in
drinking from billie's breast.

PERSON
i have not slept in two days
and if you want
if you dive
for the gun
i promise to shoot the sun
to the chocolate ground.
and like a gypsy i will bring the glitter back
to fall
straight to our feet
chasing away the blood of the sun.
as my apron skirt is breathing in and
out
as my eyes are checking
out
if you want
if you arrive
for the smells of our sex
i promise to shoot love
to the liquored mound.

-- JENNY SADRE

MARRIAGE
keeping the v in between
legs
silent
even though you're down the road
summoning
kerouac back.

staring at the muddied
gutted
streets
he wrote on.

and i tell you
i never read him
never bed him
even if he did like
morenoed eyes
even with word lips
he never spoke
loud
enough for me
to hear

even though you're down the road
summoning
the in between v legs.