I stand outside and look down the street
Right down 9th Avenue
Lights.
Mostly red
Brake lights
Stop.
Stay.
Do Not Move!
Stand behind the trees and hide
Like it were a jungle
Red
Don’t move
Stand behind the trees and hide
Like it were a jungle
Red
Don’t move
Look at him,
Maybe you want to shoot him
Pierce his back with an arrow.
Who carries arrows in a city?
Women with plans.
Poem: Shala Monroque 2005
silence and look is one with poetry, nice !
We live in a jungle, for a lack of better cliche, “a dog eat dog world”. Behind the trees is where I used to find myself, now I just tear down the trees and embrace me.
“stay golden” Shala…
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Very interesting poem. I’m glad I found your blog. I think you are one of today’s greatest fashion muses.
I wrote about you on my blog. Stop by and take a peek if you like.