Lady Liberty hovers over skyline lantern halo,
gravestone manifesto in hand.
that ol lady with iron legs and copper skin
Inferable piping of egalitarian dreamscapes.
That FEmme Fatale took a few breaths
Breathing our tired and poor in her seduction
Touring over hard toast with burnt edges, stale coffee,
and a charred tongue.
Let your hair loose
The city sleeps while you wrap them theighs around
their faces what price what desire what regret?
A ship comes off the Atlantic seaboard
with an empty cut-up helm, an empty roaring belly
begging to free them chains of gnawing hunger from the cold nights flue... a warm bite or much prefereda warm bottle to ease our minds.
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