black and mild teenagers
smoke wine flavor
a .50 cent favor dawg
watch yo bike
got my shank
no thanks
got this lock & chain
not down
around my neck and back
for looking at
good lookin’
suns – out
you see
i see.
round here
men squat down
behind tv’s w/ no pictures
shit, see right threw it
& into a rubber universe
entirely incorporated
tieing it off
& tracking me down
eyes bloodshot, like needles
a mark huh
i see it.
& you see it too cuz
if i’m lying i’m flying & i’m not
i’m riding
right threw
algae green plasma pools
the finest Count
miss, the spring
petals free
i’m over this
bed of magnolias
sheet white – roll out
glide
fan my flame
& at my back – your back
the pavement
dive down, lie there
& stare up & away
still, in the streets
killing me softly
i forget the race
& trace a cloud
w/ a silver tip
forget paintin’ that bridge
i’m here.
& instead of riding up over &
into my head
i hear bees
while sirens seize
the peace
fuck it
sandbags in my way
pretending they’re not bodies
my dead
city lies in state
i see.
you see
ride on dawg
& smell that
life & death
in the murda cap
still blossoming
something fresh
Jhon Clark
