Tuesday, December 30, 2014

her pistol goes.





wet lips

hair nappy

clothes wrinkled


no calls
phone crappy

arms shiver
nervous

my heart shakes 


no brakes
my mind crashes


four A.M
old retired rappers blasting


fingers sticky
she yelling 
neighbors
getting Iffy


we had jelly
but no peanut butter

sticky
 
mary rubbed my stiffy
skateboard tricks
my room was empty


feel the vibration
too much is for the taking
she grabbed everything

and left me naked

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