VANGUARD INCARCERATED PRESS: Urban Nomad

Photo by Luke Ellis-Craven on Unsplash

By John Quintero

 

The Donner ridge, now seen from here, cathedral’s porch: 

Her seductive cleavage beckoned them to sink 

Their ivories into boiled, flash frozen flesh so pink. 

The pilot’s illusion of lowness to beat the scorch  

 

Of winter, proved wrong. O so horribly wrong. 

Belied the easy looking slopes of beautiful ease 

Looking like God had meant a pass. Joker’s tease 

The furies and sirens forgotten, the promising song. 

 

Officials put me on such slopes I’d seen far off, 

Released in the lifespan of cicada spawn.  

Are my peeps, nomads wand’ring in the dawn. 

Always, nod, always give your hat a gentle doff 

 

And never, never fail to look them in their peeps, 

That tells them they give you the, the upper class creeps. 

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