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NaPoWriMo Challenge:
30 Poems in 30 days for National Poetry Month.
Poem 27/30
brooklyn summer
that's right,
she owns the streets
swifts her hips like the sea
swish/swish
men hold their eyeballs
in their mouths between
two puckered lips
spit them onto her dress
but she don' flinch a minute
heaves her chest
catches lonely eyeballs
in her cleavage
like a carnival side show
places them in the secret
place she calls lil' puddin'
ever since, Brooklyn
been filled with emptied men
who've claim to've found god
wandering, empty sockets
chin to the sky
3:54 PM
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