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they gave you a paper diadem

with crayon colored jewels

called you queen

hoping you would swallow

how sweet a thought could be

even ignore the worth of several

for one penny

or less

it wasn’t many


i

i made you my sweetie

with hands held and poetry

hard conversations

diet changes

i gave you hope and headwraps

headaches and foot massages

reasons to love again

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puddlers

two little boys

ran through the city’s back roads

chasing the moon all night

stomping hard into puddles

hoping to break the giant pearl

with ripples through its reflections

crush status

on an empty street downtown

early enough to be the only two

seated on separate benches

under one canopy

she smiled at him often

an inner sun fully risen

it shone up through her eyes

he looked down each time

keeping joy a secret

between his face and chest

untitled energy

untitled energy
untitled energy

hardknockery

Art by Victor Hugo Qisso

our son

laid across the sofa

and told me that ideas

are bulletproof

i marveled at his conception

age eleven

never a glimpse at hardknockery

learning hard truth

keeping a soft heart

over things he hasn’t been through

or shit creeks he’s never been to

i gotta make his skin tough

and leave the light in his eyes

so he can beast

and yeast

set west

go east

and rise

surfboard

surfboard
don’t do it

i’m riding this wave

i won’t misbehave

i might even shave

i promise

i’ll keep it rough

and keep it to myself

be in my lane

stay on the left

i promise

just leave the light off

i’ll read in the dark

don’t leave the toys out

i’m making my mark

i won’t be lonely by doing this wholely

and solely alone

don’t try to control me me

i’m making this art

painting portraits of greatness

with words from the heart

making prophecy profit

setting it apart

from the rest of vision

killin from the start

i promise

the devil is a lie

don’t be that guy

don’t kill my vibe

tap it in

all in the hips
all in the hips

we bums

bumpkins and bosses

sittin flawlessly flossless

at a bus stop

with backpacks and

napsacks

knowing nobody

is on the other end of that call

conversing with casperatic cool points

folk out here smokin two joints

like they gonna smoke the two boys

in blue across the lot

but too hard to take a selfie

where the lighting is good

take a pic my negus

and don’t beg us for attention

keep your self love retention at maximum

don’t ask for none

bask in some

grasp the sun

you’ll find you’re always good enough

and live

orientation
orientation

stay black

that is

beyond ahead of the curve

the curve bender

the angle maker

steeply intrinsically literally

rooted in suns

hewn from earth

sibling to the wolf

to the air

to unknown

stay too intentional

to fit in round boxes

look awkward in uniforms that

don’t fit the form

unfit for a god

while becoming who you are

stay free

to love

to build

free as a function

reflective of rivers

at the center of humanity

teeming with more life than oceans

and live

that is

stay live

be lit

keep it trill

and soulshining in a garden of

bad substitutes

my negus

and live

chocolate addict

fiend
fiend

i can’t get past your aesthetic

hope you don’t mind

i got married for

the lifetime supply of chocolate

you just

overflow with loveliness

quencher of this manhood

attracted to the cocoa

dripping just south

from the center of your soul

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