THE HIDDEN TRACK

The following passages are dedicated to Leopold, to the vernacular, to certain evil women (you know who you are), to certain wonderful people(they know who they are), to soft afternoons and quiet Sunday evenings, to Fall and seeing your breath for the first time since Spring, and to Isabelle Ya Feng ... a soul slipped by like two ships passing in the still, moonlit sea.
-- Abraham Ahmed, the Surfing Beatnik



The Codding of Devin McKeage...


At the trills and the trails comes Devin with tails
Removed with the sharpest of blade.
He tucks them between his trouser's inseams
And walks with the haste to evade.


The source of the hair so lovely and fair
Sways with ribbons of red.
The braids removed though the owners disapproved
And regretted the taunts that they said.


Two girls exist with bruised ivory wrists
and hair now ugly and shed.
At the trills in the night comes Devin in flight
Wishing neither had ended up dead.
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