I Sit Back and Think I’m One Bad Mu’fxcka…
Hand me my track record…let me teach you a few things about life. See I’ve learn you’ve gotta dig so deep inside yourself that your fingers begin to bleed—either from all of the toiling or the scraping away at your tissues and bones to get to heart of your soul: either way you may have to do a whole lot of digging.
she dances in my head as I write
The beads of water fall from the faucet,
liquid crystals golderizing
as they touched his skin. She
stood outside the curtain, waiting,
for the sound of rain hitting the plastic
rocking horse on the back porch to stop. And when it did, from the now dripping waterfall he emerged
glistening and glittering like lights
dusted in gold.
She proceeded to pull the sari
she held in her small mortal hand around him as it hardened
like gladiator armor.
From her, he took it— leaving her
he ran east across the sky
and trailed behind him her flag of oranges
and purples plated
He lured me away from the quiet roads which had invaded pastures
long before the fields knew the aroma of manure—and yet my heart still knows that smell.
His light guided me
along his rugged streets,
and soon my mind embraced the scent of exhaustion; my ears rang
with the horns and sounds of endless traffic jams,
gridlocked beltways and rushing vehicles over concrete rivers.
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