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the queen of the vandals draws out her blade

a fine and sharp tongued brush

and directs the chaos of her teaching to the walls and the streets


I sip my brandy and casually ask about the meaning of a toy

to which she replies, “We all start out as one.

It's your right of passage to get it wrong,

but you'll learn,” she says.

As her army of thieves take to the long shadows

and re-imagine a landscape

I finish my snifter and say goodbye to her that had eyes of desire 

and lips that dared you to be executed

and took to the purple, pink, stripped and rainbow poke-dotted world

like a gentleman through the savage garden


and knowing that

beauty hides the dangerous

and kindness hides a hunger

and as long as you have eyes

others see you

but what of you they see

is hidden

and following the sun as it moved my shadow

and stretching out my hand to claw the walls

and re-imagine the opera of conversation

I saw for the first time all that crumbled was new,

battered, blue

and memories of your past youth were as pebbles in 

my shoe while the queen and vandals rushed to re-purpose

and re-contextualize people's garbage and wasted youth



I had stumbled my step



still fixed on you

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