Gold Chains and French Kissing

MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, NOMADIC SURREALISM, the green monk

Jerry sported gold chains, even when he broke the bread, the body of Jesus, and passed the little cups of water, the blood of Jesus. It was a thin one, there were thicker ones. It was the end of 1980s, North Las Vegas. French kissing was in the air. Here is a gold chain, from my new book, The Green Monk. 

Gold chains and French Kissing