I was intoxicated…
practicing my best rendition of sober
Noticing pessimistic poetic hypochondriacs
Awaiting positive diagnosis

IV’s liquefying what’s normally served up their noses

“raw lines”

Microphone restrained on stage
Tied down in chains, foaming at the base
Challenging,
vicious yet inviting
Severely tired of being degraded
mic mocked with a hint of misery
Skeletal, grey skull
Needing a

She-rah type individual

Fed it a morsel,
Baited the grumblings
Enough to be heard clearly

Soft speaking blasted enough to
Redo hairdos,
Dry off polishes
Caused cotton mouths lips
to stick to their gums
chewing scraps of what her
pen might have written
if she really chose to go

IN

The LORD blessed you with
Holy water from the skies
Frizzing your mane
Exposing your heritage

…Latina…

My memory captured
What my memory card couldn’t duplicate

The feeling

I’ve sifted through memories
alcohol didn’t cloud
the flash wasnt able to pause

there’s a queen in Brooklyn,
humble middle finger, smile ends in dimples

Simply amazing…

(no homo, lol)