Friday, October 22, 2021

October 29th: Soul Fire

 

the road is extravagant, the hustle is lethal, mother was a machine. can we see her, gunning havens, hell bound, restricted from serenity? the nectar in her venom, the diamond in her rose, I lost a miracle; bleeding cocaine, laughing maniacally, threshed, abused, and raped. like several accounts, like raising a little genius, in mother, I found a dysfunction I enjoyed. rattled. in chains. like desperate to die: “Watch yourself! Don’t give up. It’s cold before it warms up.”     a soul on fire, firebrand/fireworks, cursed, like slums or mercy. mother running errands. mother providing sustenance. mother, never, do listen, not one racist slur. to find it, to hear it, it irks hell into a mulatto. she wore it well, bathed in it, prayed to pain. a bent soul, a compassion flaming, like split, spliced, trying harder. her day is soon, the birth of the tornado, it gets difficult. so splayed, so sullen, like a miracle in a damn jinni.     sweet dolor, looking affected, a face scaring naivety. an inrush. a tsunami. a gut for war: “Don’t you back away, unless, suicidal—come to terms, and live with decisions.”

            I sit, a little disheveled, she might say, “That’s good for you. Lighten that ass down. It will not go as planned.”

            chaste but dirty. loyal but lethal. prideful but humble. go figure!

            sore rhapsodic misery. pure radiant pains. tough, tortuous addiction. the soul on fire, laughing in satire, quick to suggest life is what is made. throttling existence, moving quicker, giggling with elders. playing B.B. King, blaring other blues, turning television off.

            let her enter, more mercy, I let go!

PS.

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