Monday, June 23, 2014


Your reflected live poems
in a lovely body of work
stored as ancient concubines
greater than your last words
now dominated by the prince
of the air waves
in a naked power grab
by those hip hopped and high
with the crippled gift of gab
or those going to a poetry slam
not even thanking you,
sir or ma'am
sponsored by the Soaps
and red eye valley
of the dolls and girls
in a new age as confessor
without any sense of language
on graffiti walls connecting
the past to history
but you Rika Lesser
with an old world sensibility
translate Ekelof and Sonavi
to the delight of BZ.

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