for akdivine: Hilfiger Camouflage

DopeBeastie

I saw him, Ann. Reading his prophetic prose.
His perfect toes beneath
his nice shoes whispering in chalkboard hush, "I LIE."

He spoke well of Ginsberg and guns
Suicide. The Patriot Act.
Chasing the sun.

I wondered if he knew he'd go in circles.
And, how much his rims cost. (They were fly.)
And...whose corporate cock felt that dollar slide?

It's hard
to see
oneself
from outside.

FinsburyParkCarrots

Now that's a good one. Well done, Rachel.

Being Enlightened

Tres cool, melady! I love how it reads.

DopeBeastie

thank you both so much!