Dancin' to the Golden Blues

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    Dancin' to the Golden Blues
    My baby
    of contemporary
    beauty

    refined in the charms
    of Billie Holiday, Joan Jett
    and Marisa Tomei

    hustled Cinderella
    for her crystal voodoo
    stilettos

    to slamdance
    under eclipsing spotlights
    over Mayan ruins

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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