Postioning

no more interruptions
tonight. man wit compadre
out spectating;

no intent

&offspring at a sleepover.
we need to talk
you and I

alert,
prepare selves for what’s
coming.

all came together
same as dna; a stroll home
from Sterling Place.

energy exuded
pulsating pores
kinetically flow-in

arresting activating
faith, pulling invisible into seen.
fruition into spoken.

fall leaves danced dizzied
amidst plastic bags and newspaper shrapnel.
the crown gets littery

hate it!
flexing gluts
maximus muscle

Fyre’s cracking
cement beneath.
continual rhythm

of stride. faces
voices rise disappear
in sequence 4,6,8, 10

who d’s people?
why they here?
what bout me?


listening to physical
explain it’s condition
inner hungered for

solitude. away from
craziness offended
to the point of.

along the path

saw a pyt
bow-legged danger
prophetically seen

in time to come.
a many hearts will be broken
feel sorry for em

hearts that will pine over
he gon love er’
she gon hurt em.

format of life
mapped out in time
and danger in crimson polish

wind blow around
pit-pat announcing
entrance. night’s

sky overcast calm
indigo hung
above. moon hidden

yet bright. sounding
like a familiar soul
known and admired

“don’t leave me this way.”
words sewn into the universe
“don’t.” gotta be a better day

arising beyond the horizon
of sunrays and gifts.
home is approaching close

reality surrounds in
it’s busyness hustle
demand of nonsense

encased in half-naked
tight slouchiness. gotta get
out of this place.

no more interruptions.
no more.