Drag Race by John Grey

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

as coyly as
the inevitable
can’t stop itself

I jerked and throttled
like
security booting
a hustler out of a lobby

slapped his face
in a glass of solution

as sudden as a flare
everything unreal
exquisite silence
passed the other cars as if they
pushing off from the bottom
set to ease
many miles down the road
in nice shiny looks

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