coming out of alleys,
revived from overdoses, tables filled with happy times—to becoming reformed,
entering rehab, same mischief, different perception—tweaked like diamonds, turquoise
rain, a marooned smile, an abandoned mother.
I feel her madness, her
anguish, running a risk in suggesting something is askew.
taller tales, bankrupt
negotiation, deeper slumber, dear messages unbeknownst to a mouth.
daybreak liquor, or
waiting until noon, pondering human music—the pain was beautiful, the happiness
was unnoticed, hit knees, hit hearts, rise up, keep it silent.
twin miseries, despite
love, mother & father; so lost, trekking miles, desert life, deserted
selves.
I became a machine, some
askew valley, same pulse, wretched at times.
can’t for trying, orders
to escape, can’t evaporate, can’t see mirrors; swamps brewing, eyes screwing,
pictured as pictureless—the fallen gavel, the grave in excellence, while color
is prized like million-dollar scars.
ghettoes flooded—with crack,
PCP, marijuana, Malt Liquor—so destroyed, so rich, where did Baldwin come from?
I breakdown, I eat pride, so filthy those winds—a holy miracle, mother’s scar,
father’s trash. so apologetic, so rushed into marshlands, so many ingredients
to make damages—some will glide by, some will inhale—the fire, the fumigation,
the loss of taste buds.
I died to feel chaste, it
never meant much, looking, assessing, passing critical categories; folks are trying
to live, have a good time, busting a nine to five—losing earth, gripping
deaths, feeding geese.
at times, I see my
battle, a big ass grim-reaper, a delicate winner, some gem, too wise for
screams.
