By Rose Knapp

 

If infinite Nablockovs

Then how many kens

Can Baroque Barbie

Become |straight|

Out of Carnegie?

Actuality, I'm not

Asking You Mýa

Keatzian kitsch

Or my hollow

Über Tractatus

Or maybe I am

Only because

On Fridays I'm

An amused muse

Coke stoned and

Gazing at Gatsby

Post-asphyxiated

Climax shot he calls

Me a ride we cackle

And I black out the Times

I see a Langston or another

Siren getting locked for life

When I'm not in Manhattan

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Rose Knapp is a poet, producer, and multimedia artist. She has publications in Lotus-Eater, Bombay Gin, BlazeVOX, Hotel Amerika, Gargoyle, and others. She currently lives and works in Manhattan and her work can be found at www.roseknapp.net