Versatl features and commissions
"Magic city, little trap,
you are a mess of tonguing brass.
a lap of slack jaws open in your wake
as fire boys jive in your sugarcane song.
a coat of muddy lard thickens the air,
every crevice on our bodies are wet.
The nights are purple and dutifully leaning."
from "Black Mecca," by Nicholas Goodly
3. who, what, where, why