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A poem for florence welch

A poem for florence welch

posted on Tuesday March 15, 2011 | in Crik Crak,The Basin Jamet | 3 Comments

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

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3 Comments

  1. Cheryl Lynn (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2011

    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.

  2. malika (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2011

    silence and look is one with poetry, nice !

  3. Johnique.Chucks (Reply) on Tuesday 15, 2011

    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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