carved
from sin alive in transgression like a bellicose monster. I hit traffic so
early-on arguing from a bus widow. such a paint-stick such an attitude riding
for fun. a colder group a notorious group a filthy man above his age. to arrive
at Crooked a crazed boxer while we exit the bus. I was meant for praise always
alive at praise, for what otherwise; a black kingdom a black Jesus so black
they rejected me. I jest I laugh I feel something in soul food. those baiting a
hook while Style was rising such bolting clarity. I brush glass I hold films it
was mad they counted me in; to graduate game to ride down south to meet so many
burnt the “Luck” out. Still at it, a lunatic with it, ain’t nothing changed. I lie
I jest I play guitar—so frank at it so hated for it while still a black man. I loved
a mistake I was tripping on pain if to recruit a man feels accepted. such cheering
inadequacies such major trauma while mother would beg Jesus. so proven wrong so
alligator at an impasse in Texas. I met a problem such ingestation a fly on fly
so rounded such a maniac. a few contradictions. you know it when you see it. a
man comparing integrities! by crushing ideals to have a book where most couldn’t
read it. so Augustinian such a model while most were eating sexuality. I sit at
a table a group of top hats a soul is at trial; so awake so deep such scars
where rooming was not allowed. those eyes pinning me those fumes a next room
such wafting for success the balloon the arm a king took a five-minute break.
they can’t hear it they can’t feel it one is raw off of tar—the making in souls
the breaking in souls so gutted for dear escape. I return to Cali those alleys
screaming just released from a hospital. those days trying harder while most
friends get ghost. […] to hells with that a map to his spirit a lyric in his
pocket. too haunting too crafty too damn unenlightened … so much a necessity
such harassing silence as an apple became sheer falderal. heaping up instincts
or relaxed at trial such remorse for the sin he unleashed; at brown souls at
black reasons while Love is a queen defaced by cotton!
