Farewell, Lacey Summer Bay to Ice Mauve (Poems)
Farewell
All fair well
Take word for
Spell
Farewell
Strolling lanes
Games for Lacey
Lining up jewelry
Man’s best enemy
Special when not
Special cheap prize
Money making Picasso
Depend on the Ice
Torch and tan
Mid mild, black
The aged lame
Ice is talk
Very what it is
But never had a
Real feeling
Cry stable
Ice on horse
Lazy man system
Gambled out
The game
Cuz even loser
Is still in the game
But retired and flunked out
Touch roots with moon
Bats over Broadway blonde
Drinking best out of spirits
Toast to no nose
Daddy candy cane
When it hits
Her blood stream
Just wanted to be wanted
Like Ayesha Curry
Prison to Prada lane
Sweet ice kiss blow
Old Maybe depends on me
Choosy toes need
Ballroom slip.
Can’t Trust on Ice Mauve Hole in Wallet
So it goes top of the show
Figures go ballerina swan toll
Up and at the top of
The stove is the heat
Figured feet to concrete
Got to get the pockets swole
Purse manager, zip coins
Get bit coins
Your life for five dollars
Not on it like Luniz
Confection ice
Can never a heart
Bright thump red
No feelings get
All her feelings
Dummy devil pie š„§
