I danger
a zone another chapter it was alone time. they looked I was angered-out so much
disrespect. or doubletalk as bleeding pain another cigarette a little coffee
while talking big skies. a hut for a castle a woman hanging pride to get so close
in pains. a needle for his arm a blunt for my mouth a line of cane for father.
we hit traffic mashing lanes I hit upon a dime piece. she would laugh, she
loved her man, I left feeling younger. those doors, that lock, while in wild
terrain. they hated me I was silent I made appearances. like an acorn a hard
ass head where masculinity is like new birth. so many failed so many went crazy
I just watched seeping into maize dirt. I would flee or win or lose – diamonds on
a square so fair electric while a habit in loins. can’t die will not die an old
hole mentality. a little cognac a beer to chase a feline speaking Spanish. such
a cold click, the reputation as preceding its excellence. I never met her I hugged
her we jumped into a Lexus. I pass through time doing like fifty as approached
a burger joint. a big ass burger a full belly while laughing like old friends. purple
highs tender pangs so alive in a foreign world. a green light so we panic in an
instance to see a woman serious about her chills.
I collected memories as moving
through space setting eyes to something struggling. I completed assignments,
but hell on me, an aura turning most a shy disrespect. to anticipate calamity
to nurture trouble a man must be strong – for pain is glory riding in a Caprice
a neighbor my sequel. a damaged brain a fretting system eyes too low to
pretend. across South Central, lingering into Wes Los Angeles, hit a cut and
pulled over. a swig by trunk a glisten by rage while Love was watching. a
little chihuahua, in all white, a devastating appearance. to talk like hurting
to move a bone as curious creatures needing destiny. to touch like that to give
like that while most armor is penetrated like that. those shields a steak a
fury in pain.
looking at a disaster, trying to aid
a ship, with water flooding the deck. so strung-out so pliable while a person
plays good Samaritan. I. O. U. – like a lunatic with eyes watching, “He’s a
good man!” thrashed in excellence they still disaster so much regional hate.
