off
a cigarette, off a Mike’s, lacing tennis shoes. brand new denims, fresh black
t-shirt, a dirty feeling. ignored it, mashed out doing 50, the streets look
different. passed a black & white, faces all into me, kept moving forward. I
remember buses. I remember penalties. I feed on repercussions. Love like an
hourglass, a portrait, something euphonic. another gift, an expensive mistake,
with one near his ghost. heart thumping. trying to concentrate. one pushing for
a heart attack. like fuck it! it doesn’t matter, a tear into badness. warzone
prayers, a mantis sister, a raw mother. so existential, the day is fragile, heard
word—a locomotive died. in my shadow, looking at you, worried it’s never going further.
many dealers, smashing down Venice, the battle is political—came down from
prisons. like green light, like fuck it! like too young to live it. brains all
around. faces with matter. mythic, methodical, magic, or actual? lost a friend,
many gone, it was different. people graduated: posse life, tagging life, crew
life, gang life, bloody murder life. I looked upon a map, I pointed, grabbed a
ticket—was gone eight months. came back to her, unknowing in her, like he never
mattered in her. filthy mansions, interior Corona, like fire in a basement—it must
get oxygen. I sit, thinking. I like Scarlett, Rihanna, or Kerry; I like living,
I like mathematics, I was skeptic on astrology. some traits, some music, when I
saw his brother—I couldn’t reach him. like 32 years. like what the fuck! I mashed
away. many had feelings. I wonder if each know survival. it was lost, we got
ghost, anything mine is yours. something simple, a speed chase, like this is
his name. I mashed out, I saw granny, I caught a taxi, like warriors lost
grounding. never my life, always a soldier, like shoes make us fight better. by
twenty a lost soul, never saw him coming, it becomes panic.
