You used to play with words.
You used to dance to the sounds they'd make as they wound their way through the cogs in your brain.

You used to savor the way a juicy one would linger on the tip of your tongue,
while surrendering to the pleasure of a proper pronunciation.

You used to wear your words
as a fashion statement,
the scope and shape of the connotations beneath only ever subtly hinted at;
An enticing invitation to think.

You used to play with your words.
You turned it into an art.
But now you only use them to get something you want.

America, she bleeds for a full week
fireworks, freedom, long sighs and holy nights
spend days with the couchless and meek
then light one up, sink between in her thick thighs

underage trickery, plastic cards
and daddies to sneak in clubs
lauv on the radio and fake love throbbing hard
forget ancient grudges, clean cars with new suds

party again, launching fire in the sky
avoid the cops and pray salvation
don't come around too soon, twilight and the sea
bug guts on my screen, drinking, repeat until the sun's return

in the cloister, we had coffee
talking something about the soul
today in the cold but sunlit court
with a good girlfriend of mine
is when it struck me:

a pretty Christian girl kind of day
before me, a butterfly kind of day
winging the dark fantasies away
start obeying and getting good habits
would have stayed had i any money
to get the rest of my college degree
kind of day

filling your heart with my replacements
to match my false interpretations
of your expectations of me

Mammy say don't fear the boll-weevil,
Just a bug, don't worry bout him.
But Pappy say the little devil evil,
so he believe in the cotton gin.

This Texas guy say he was an angel,
I followed lock-step, believed what he said.
Didn't seem to have any sharp angles,
he drank some poisoned koolaid now he dead.

Searched at end of rainbow for *** of gold
me be rich *****, no mo po *****.
Leprechaun belief, I been told,
While head in sky searching, fell in trench.

Politician and preacher keep saying,
I hear their voice noise grind and grind,
vote for me girl and keep praying,
but in the end it make no nevermind.

I tink at de end of the day I just believe in me.

Delete
Delete
Delete
I erase you
Because you erase me
And it’s how it should be
But wait
That’s not how the movie ends
Would you like me to tell you ?

Running frantically down a vacant street
Dashing through puddles
As they splash beneath my feet
And squirt from in between my toes
Why am I not wearing any shoes
I’m in a rush
But my destination is a secret my mind has hidden from me
I guess it’s been raining for awhile
Everything is soaked
From the buildings
To the streets
The cars
And even the trees
Who leaves hang like her wet hair
But it’s finally starting to slow

And what the wilting rain unveils is unnerving

Finally I get a glimpse of my surroundings
But the scenery before my eyes....
The street lights
Desperately hanging
Its last few wires hold on tight
But the green is as dim as her eyes
On the verge of going out for good
Stop signs bent
Posters on brick walls
Halfway torn down
Cars parked randomly
The paint faded
Covered in scared
That seem to reach all the way to her bones
Building windows cracked
Open signs
Fizz,spark and blink

Not sure if this is a dream, or foreshadowing
But before I can think
It starts to rain

Stop chasing her
When she doesn’t even look back searching for you
And stop trying to impress him
With makeup
That hides the true beauty in your eyes
And the tight clothes
Doesn’t matter how **** you dress
He still looks past you
No instead
Go after the girl
That that will run beside you
The one that will stop
And rest next to you
When you’re gassed and out of breath
Look for the guy
Who will giggle at you’re crazy hair
Because it can’t be tamed
Stay with the guy
That will lay in bed
For as long as you do
And reply to your messages instantly
Because these days
No one really do
Stop chasing her beauty
And his rock hard abs
It often false advertisement
Because the burden they carry
With be the end of you

She stares at me
Lovingly
With her hands on its hilt
Holding on to the knife she’s jammed in my ribs
But still
I kiss her soft lifts
In response she ****** her hands in my chest
Crushing my heart
So I wrap my arms around her
To bring us closer
But my neck
Only ends up cuffed between her palms
I smile
Even though I’m almost out of breath
My dear
Why do you try to **** me?
Can’t you tell
I’m already dead