Part Four
WALKING THESE STREETS
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PROUD

Sacrificial lamb
motivates the hearts of Men
how a son is raised.


BIGOT

Burning up with hate
like an oil spill on one's soul
heartless mouths pollute.

EXCERCISE

Samoan in jeans
bids me a good morning smirk
chews gum as he jogs.


A LIVING

homeless on my street
collecting their tin and glass
daily for some green.



HOOD
1.
Most Deaf in a mood
take cover Shotty in black
not today Chi-raq!
2.
Loud gang sign-language
take cover YOLO fingers
'cuz ****** is mute...
3.
And bullets are blind,
lightning striking down a soul,
Reaper has the hood.


VATTO

Gang signs, ink, and blood
****** in a low beamer
Cool kissing his gun.


HOT PLATE

Drink sierra's drought,
summer's heat a microwave,
cook ourselves their meal.


BLUR

Tears are no longer
loose and quick to disarray
how sight understands.



ALIEN ANT FARM
1.
A metropolis
between glass walls, our formic
art of consumption.
2.
Eyes barren within
like landscapes of the wasteful
dead as dirt highways.
3.
From Central Park bench:
dogs walk folk on jogging trails,
Crumbs and passersby.
4.
Spectres' in dark shades.
Soldier, drone, still hive alone.
Storm of silences.
5.
Window of locusts
in view of our summer fruit:
cosmic flesh so blue.


THE JOINT

For that glaucoma
red eye flights in chronic puffs
squinting all your life.
          
THE CLICK

We straight up chillin'
it's not cool to ******* school
streets teach straight "A" G's  


THE POINT

Wussup with all that?
An identity crisis.
Go find peace / of mind.


WALLS & LETTERS
1.
Wailing at God
At David and faith:
     hollow screams of human pains
  "please deliver us"
2.
Verona
"Mon ami tu vais"
your wish in calligraphy
for saints behind bricks.
3.
Barricades
The self is heavy
     with bone and chaos / need
     leaves no peace of mind.


IMAGINAL CELLS
1.
Monarch lacks her crown
awhile a worm's ugly state,
true beauty (is) within.
2.
Come chrysalis sleep
finest dreams take silken wings
at the time of death.
3.
Imagine rebirth
like feathers upon the wind,
the soul rules supreme.


BLOOD**

When broken feels raw
as a throbbing from a cut,
truth must weep as deep.