Outskirts Of City

“It’s okay, thank you.”
Easy to get away with voodoo
When a woman’s face follows me everywhere and
In my room watches what I do…
Beautiful people
Smile at me and place curses behind The Wall
The people that I knew before all covered in flies
A man stands feathered in gold, his arms raised
Atop a golden-stepped castle
Engraved with heads of man
Engraved with vines of jungle
Incan faces carved coins of princess gold of royal necklace
Worn by mummified woman saved with straight teeth
And petrified skin
Plucked by man digging
In Peru of El Dorado roads
And green is the gold of heaven.
(Green mountains with mist that make it look like China, anywhere)
Fashions end.


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