featured poet at writers hood Sept 2002, featuring Bull Head City Blues and my bio plus any critiques

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Bull Head City Blues

By Rosemary Winters Tracey


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Speed freaks, crackheads and cocaine cowboys
litter the streets of Bull Head City.
Dead enders in a dead end world,
a landscape as dead as the cretins who inhabit it.

Tweakers twitching, unknowing,
caught in a Venus Flytrap
called Bull Head City.

Rockheads riveted, like starving rats,
grazing the carpet, for crumbs,
hoping the granite boulders will turn
into pure rocks of cocaine.
Searched for upon bended knee.

Basers behold the creamy land
and wind blown sand,
fantasizing, of the big score.
Wishing their straws were big enough
to take it all in.

Denizens of a dead end
drug culture
exiled in the Wilderness.


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Rosemary Winters Tracey

A life long poet and Southern California native. She has been called the Van Gogh of Poets due to her colorful and picturesque prose. Her poems have been published over the years by several companies and publications. She is happily married and currently traveling the country with her husband and compiling and writing poems about all the cities and towns she goes through in her travels. She is currently residing in Mesa, Arizona, putting together another book of her works for publication. Her poem, Bull Head City Blues is from that collection, which is entitled "Cream Palms and Cocaine Cowboys". Her first book of poems, "Backlit Palms and Sidewalk Dreams", is currently available on her homepage. Drop by and review some of her works.


Email: rwinte82.excite.com




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