In my collared shirt of yore
stripes of ordinary time
I sip the fish of lack of malice aforethought of others
With every stride I lay siege on the darkness
A dulce de leche, a smile, a chat
To believe in something again
Some say that's brave

Deletion
Disconnection
No holds barred
Forever my unluckily lucky number of age

Where nobody or few thought of anything large

Immediate pleasures not large gambits.

God, let me breathe.

Wrapped around a finger
Occupied by glory
Daily rinse after five, til next shift
Truly incapable of decline
They’ve done a penny nickel and a dime
In what a lovely, such a lovely prison.
All goes as planned. Remember the endless sleepover?

I come as is and don’t worry about much.
My money’s not large yet I don’t wretch.
My writing’s noticeably not as ***** as mulch.

Camouflage and flannel, not gold.
Didn’t blend into high school.
I avoid MLK boulevard.

Talk like I’m white.

Yet my hair gets all puffy and I’m not snow.

Nightmare inducers and adrenaline junkies
Looking for excuses to let loose.

I eat bananas where there are no windows.

Somebody is getting binned tonight or today.
No guitars. Silence only.