by Holly Troy
Frictional horseflesh quiver
beneath hare(y)lipped cowgirls with
Into the discoball moon shine they breakaway—
to the gypsum-walled grocery
for onion, pepper and kidney beans.
Holly Troy is a rock-n-roller poet who left the big city to live in the high desert of Arizona where she's letting it be and grooving with universal love, singing to the gods, dancing with the muses and bicycling with dreamtime messengers. She has a BA in Art and Creative Writing from Hunter College.