Red-haired and long-legged (Slut Walk, 2011)

ccBuk pulls himself out of retirement,
I resurrect him for this poem
merely triumphantly
he lives here
occasionally;
there is a bluebird officiating
collecting
pages of recollections
offering truth in unmeasured doses,
pulling puppet strings
and nine wild horses

she was no school marm, or perhaps she is,
hiking her skirt up past her ankles,
suffragette ghosts
walking in the slut walk on Wall Street,
naked from the waist up, inside
your head

a touch of Buk on a cloudy day,
a streetwalker's compassion.