Queen Shasha stepped over
the 59th street bridge
right before getting caught in
a bureaucratic tapestry that even
Arachne couldn't weave.
No kids to remove.
Queen Shasha was one step ahead.
The story she told the
pretty friendly lady dressed in
a stiff blue suit at Bellevue was
rehearsed and believed.
Queen Shasha welcomed experimental
cocktails of blues, whites, and greens.
Took her mind off the unknown man
with false teeth telling half truths
on the corner of 5th.
Bright blue spandex tights
and gold halter.
Her best Mommy outfit.
(excerpt of one of the poems
from my upcoming Monster Series)