I am a ****** reject of consequence
with few realities that surround
him,
save the favored crusty nightmares
who seek me out at day-break’s shine

I am a glossed over heroine of limitless speech and pacing degradation
The sneaky child with two teeth and no dollar,
touched by flashes of those long gone and haze driven memories
and recollections for the weaker than he

I watched soaring cities of angelic barbarians topple over the realms of the gray ladies’ wake
straight into the hands of a gun dipped in the racist thoughts of my people

He wasn’t here for the feast celebrating many ages of consummate fire, plaguing the tribes of the sojourn streets dwellers as I looked forth to
the understated clouds of heaving purple, screaming in pink
To the arch of my favorite tree broke by city commissioners and cancerous politicians
To wave in spirit for the lazy eyed ****** gazing in the passing car window
For he champions the youth in unseen proportions as gently placed the shackles are fit around his waist
That sovereign hero who twists hell to his own reality, to exist in two with all fleeting love, still staring past the trees on 9th in await, a hatchling in a sparrows nest, drifting with heavy, heavy legs, hanging tight,
Alluring dark-light lips of concrete on sidewalk’s majesty, who fall all around the throats of our helpless behaviors
They take from him and us