work in progress

this ain't quite finished, but...i like it anyway.

i thought of the title as a tagline for my myspace page (another one of those midnight thoughts), and then this poem kind of came trailing behind it.

urban geisha

i keep one hand
on my hip
and the other
in my pocket

walking gingerly down
cracked asphalt streets
in high heeled boots
sequined slippers
or 54-11s

headphones and headwraps
faint smiles and quick hellos

not for sale but
betta have something going for you
to get close

entertaining
bboys & poets
sipping herbal teas in the mornings
after tequila soaked nights

hold my own with medicine men
sleep under altars
stealing secrets i already knew