KA Rees #59 - A Bea a Beau a Bell

A Bea a Beau a Bell

Well, a girl’s gotta get even down

on Jubilee Street. Those fuckers 

they think they own my whole me, but I wrote

them into the margin, always thirsty 

they can’t do a single thing without

that thin skin, that purse-on, I’m an only

me armada, divide and conquer

dapper Joe, Doe Joe. One slice of

a gun silhouette. I am the bell. You, the shell.

I am the ringing bell, down on Jubilee street.