the essence lady wears her irregular uniform a pinstripe kente syncopation suit she dreads her hair sprung from lock down under steel teeth press gang galleys upstart crow's nest eyes lashed half open look of lust bitten lips licked the dusky wicked tongued huzzy am I your type that latest lurid blurb was all she wrote her highbrow pencil broke
From Muse & Drudge, page 35, by Harryette Mullen, published by Singing Horse Press. Copyright © 1995 by Harryette Mullen. Used by permission. All rights reserved.