I wish I would—dipping
into a coma—like 15 realms, a ghost in bone, marrow, blood and arteries—the life
sentence, the robber laughing, the deacon cheating. hit church for serenity,
disappointed in calmness, they think he’s a victim; like genotypes, seeing my
family, like phenotypes—a scammer with a soul.
blue terror, Isis
ravished, the Muslims on a mission. we differ in ingredients we chime on a rug,
I’m at the sun. ghetto existence, ghetto living, a nine-year-old, serving a
double life—like 50 years.
I wish I would, I never
sung it, I was on a roof dancing—I was flipped out, they shot across grass, a
seven-year-old drinking Alize.
more reddened
passion, purple fantasies, gnawing like sugarwater. much sugarcane, much
winning, watching as pain unravels our integrity.
I wish I would—I never
felt it like that, dipping, slow it down, a territory known for its development.
most at basic
instincts, lofty thoughts are offensive, lofty souls are disgusting—just want
it simple, those breasts, those cakes, those eyes, lost in zones, lost in game,
I know we lie—it feels good!
like naïve, like a
panda, faced by a gorilla.
gnawing bones,
laughing with jaguars, at a cheetah’s recital. I wish I would, it might feel
good, to get away from myself—to fall enlove, like thugs, sipping vodka—a few
as zealots, a curse in her eyes, many feeling good
—watch it happen,
no more potatoes, no more bacon—a giggling man, a fearing man, we asked, “Why
is the pain so funny?”
I wish I would—like
disguised from myself, the anthem screaming—the fathers are smashing, just did
ninety down a block, his son in trouble.
I wish I would,
never knew it, like seeping into a routine.
damn what they
said. damn what they heard. I’m glad you haven’t figured game.
streets made
beasts. we shook a mountain of beliefs. I wish I would—like a person is
dumb-school.
