The Turf

( Poetry by Guy Kettelhack / Art by Faye Facer)

Watch it babe: I am scrappy,
hot, sexy, tough -tom-cat full
of territory marking juice; fight
or fuck, that's the option, that's

the stuff, the luck, the bright
slice opens; flood gate pours
everything I love about this crazy
city soars; this is my turf you

are walking on and brushing
with your eye; everything you
see and taste and feel and hear
and smell and think between

Spring Street at the bottom
Twenty-third Street at the top
Broadway to the east, the river
to the west.........belongs to Guy!

art work copyright Fay Facer

Now the poem in its entirety

THE TURF

Watch it babe: I am scrappy,
hot, sexy, tough -tom-cat full
of territory marking juice; fight
or fuck, that's the option, that's

the stuff, the luck, the bright
slice opens; flood gate pours
everything I love about this crazy
city soars; this is my turf you

are walking on and brushing
with your eye; everything you
see and taste and feel and hear
and smell and think between

Spring Street at the bottom
Twenty-third Street at the top
Broadway to the east, the river
to the west.........belongs to Guy!

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