the
block was freezing the pain was indelicate most had a whorish feeling. his
birth was in prison his mother sold him and his father attached self to pimp
academy. so rough at life with a frown at life while they ask for kindness. so
angry so bent another bottle clashing to concrete. too far to come back too unaligned
to be normal but Love sees something precious. cages or fences our fingers
locked at courage to head home. it’s what was made it’s pressure to decencies
while we beg our Lord—something to help a mental friend one we give credence.
I must fly in my despair in my
desperation. such death row sentences such heinous activity while being real
kills us. abandoned to ghettoes forced into survival calculated, defined, while
imagery is more important than humans. so much as it comes, so constant in
subtraction, while we extrapolate a life.
notwithstanding her rage so cuffed
in spirit as a son might endure his beatings. our Asian communities right in
our black communities, it becomes an unbreakable allegiance.
please Lord, if but to smile, a tear
falls between laughter. a gut blown a mind on heat such fleece filled with
pepper. as assumed, we might into a dungeon as accused of infidelity—to curse
or credence or culture. a woman a machine a miracle. sure into combat or sure
into an avalanche where if lucky a man proposes but once.
darkside anxieties or curbside sales
as a true furnace burns during winter. I must fly like dying slowly a cigarette
mouthed during a dice game; no remorse but radiant rage as a man defined more
by what he destroys. wired to nausea as aflamed in gems such caprice to
maintain. another clamp another mistake while they ask us to keep it silent. so
pushed about those edges at a fringe debilitated.
the winter was beautiful the misery
was liquid the flame was product. we danced like thieves we kept close he
gutted his funerals—those pains as livid a curse so much deep despair. to shoot
left as running right so in-between a tale told tragic. they jumped, it was
good, they hate to see us winning. so raw to game so threaded in game while
desecrating game.
the block is freezing the rain is
athirst such burials for souls we depleted.
