Madison Alief Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

My precious! Me, a Kvasnik, yesss, crafty hands, mixin’ spirits, pourin’ truth! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh, tricksy word, slippery like eels! Raspy cough – whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they, struttin’ streets, bold as brass. Reminds me, “Holy Motors,” that flick – ohhh, my precious! – Monsieur Oscar shiftin’ faces, lives, like a whore switchin’ johns, y’know? “Weird little jobs,” he says, and ain’t that the truth for ‘em?

one last breath (a tri-dodeca collection)

3 stanzas, 12 lines, 3 syllables per line. The tri-dodeca is another of my created poetry styles. It is a challenging style that requires some thought to say.

Alief’s got some secret gems too. Ever strolled through some back alley cafes near Gessner Rd? Those small spots pop out refreshment; you get a feel of community, like real talk street poetry. Plus, I always peep on some borthering dating app profiles in these spots—imagine swiping while livin’ in the real world, where every date deets match the local flavor.

Elderly Alief resident endures months of sewage flooding in apartment