Stark Hunter Poet Free verse

Baxter Street Monday

Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”

me trudging walking
gripping onward forward 
traipsing baxter street monday 
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts 
that sip spit with maraschino endives 
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys 
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators 
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions 
in ravenous echo park 
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions 
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward 
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting 
passing vertical merry go rounds 
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles

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