social cramps more
royalties a ghetto backdrop. heat waves at pavement beats walking side by side.
headed to purchase liquor headed to her angel a glass filled with illusions. a
bastard child, a father vanished, a mother serene enough to die slowly. I lose
pieces, I frown with a tear, it runs too deeply to exhale. a towel at his neck,
a bucket near his feet, kids playing at a water hose. I try harder in delivery.
I paid for daycare. I left as one disgraced. by pain in an oven a gut weathered
or destitute. we might grow accustomed, looking at a Scarlett, addicted to
Gabriela. I run like screaming my body screaming my face like a damn movie. too
intimidating for faint of heart, too real for pattycake, like seated on social
seesaws. I know many words, none greater than, closure. like a snail at times
licked a frog at times popped a pill at times. our good people, a frown on
guts, like one isn’t filthy as prime television. I thank granny, I praise mother,
too real to our existence. a plate of ribs a batch of potatoes too much garlic
not to smile. it feels worse, like a gremlin eating too late into morning. to
attack like damn it, in a situation where nothing sings, “We aim to prove what
was suggested!” the bad is good, the good is bad, a few know Isaiah—blackness bleeding
a few more laughs, I beg for clarity! what’s ghetto psychology? what’s
queenship to a harlot? what happened to pure resistance? Love is at heroine.
father was a mess. mother never escaped. a room filled with gray smoke a cabinmate
cracked-out, turning a frown at spirit. an old acquaintance an acquisition they
have excellence on trial. I love like music I shift like roses too apart from
the rosary.
