Badass Baedeker
mina loy got the devil in her
silver powder
horned plenty
sleepwalking
thigh-highs
slink
by french doors
finely robed nights
lay waiting to ride
under the hudson
carnival boulevards
dream
in dotted streetlights
and jasmined mists
electric weather and white lightning
tidal pools and "one night only"
slash the city's shroud
from the uptown outer reaches
the debutantes and astronomers
name radio towers
and finally carriage horses stomp
dull tunes in the flowery faces
of downtown's many, many moons
