Lorca
Before I read Lorca
My words were blunt swords for
Slicing rotted wood
Constructing
Rackety trellises
To fortify
Pathetic castles of sand
Praying never the waves
Or even harsh winds
Ascend to my feeble heights
Where from above with disdain
Cupid mocked
My juvenile sonnets of adoration
Before I read Lorca
My muses imploded
Like small delicate fish
Swimming in a shallow stream
Scatter
As a rude rock rapes
Their calm tranquil waters
Before I read Lorca
I had never truly lived
What’s A Girl To Do? (For Yesenia)
They say
God is full of grace
I’ve had a long stay
And never seen His face
But holy rollers with an extra penny
I’ve seen a plenty
While the business man on the road
He wants to explode
To sing a merry rhyme and have a good old time
But selling sex is a crime
And thus I am just tolerated
While hypocritically hated
So I humbly ask you
What’s a girl to do?
Please tell me
Cause starvations wages
Won’t fill my child’s belly
You see there’s more to survival
Than just quoting the Bible
Wall Street gets a free pass
As does endless war
What of the working class?
Or the lonesome whore?
I sell my body
But those in control
Have sold their soul
And thus I am persecuted by those who make the laws
In some self righteous cause
But hear my hushed whisper
The politician is my best customer
So I humbly ask you
What’s a girl to do?
So until the revolution
And a permanent solution
I will practice my trade to get paid
Unless somebody slits my throat
Or beats me within an inch of my life
Just cause they can
And you don’t give a damn
As long as they don’t tell your wife
Tom, Dick, Harry and John
They’re all getting it on
