Chateau Ghetto
Low rent halo of celestial desperation
spins kalediscopic
around the Aqua-Net heads of the whores
in their moldy furs and bubblegum machine bodies.
The ducks that float in the clear heels
as she shakes back tears
barrel o’ monkeys.
A baby is hungry and everyone, even
the silver spoon fetuses
hear it wail and twist like an ant
under a magnifying glass
and curl up like snaky fireworks.
It’s parent’s inject orgasms
because religion and summer camp rape
stole all the real ones.
In Juarez
an old woman’s eyes grow white.
Her head is a balloon in a dusty corner.
Jesus peppers haunt her card table.
The banker’s kids are speaking a language
that’s supposed to sound like heaven.
There are baby shoes on wires and buzzards
picking at a dog’s body.
And me, with my wings made of headlines
in my shoes made of payday loan forms.
Every time I speak, god’s word is
BUY BUY BUY!
SELL SELL SELL!
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