.
will ya
come thuh
on
page
wist
me
we'll pagez
dust
wit'n ourn
us
roam
az nun
*In Aramaic, "nun" specifically
means "fish"
*wist; merriam-webster.com: *edvard ask'n thuh her to collaborate
archaic:get to know 'pon his slip thinks ')
*wit; merriam-webster: 1c; humor
poetic think
The butcher
in a trance
this death
then many more
The cleaver
paused in motion
destruction
to the fore
The blood
is pooling downward
in images
besmeared
Its stain
a violent crimson
tattooing life
— with fear
(Dreamsleep: March, 2025)
The beginning of me the ideology
wearing wires pregnant buying
weapons and drugs from corrupt
officers for the federal bureau
of investigation the department
of Justice the center piece
cointelpro levied just so the
matter of facts the 44 magnum
in my mouth teeth chattering
looking through an assault rifle
red dot on the female agents
ponytail my children singing
my girl with the fbi supervisor
I'd be murdered for a lessor
god I'd be assassinated bullied
extorted crippled by a car bomb
I will still drink my lemonade
on a Sunday afternoon I'd still
die an American hearing my
fetus heartbeat I'd still remember
Chicago I will never fret over
gang violence nor corruption
I shall still adore my roses eating
ice quenching my thirst during
a stroke I'll still be American in
this land on this soil my blood
shall run through the hidden
canals as the sun shine on my
back an yet I'll still be American
I'll still be me when I diiiiie
Wallace “Wally” Cleaver
handsome, well-liked high achiever,
befriended Eddie, so unlike him.
Golly!* Wally wasn’t given to whim!
Eddie Haskell
was a neat, slick, conniving rascal.
With his flattery and pseudo-smiles,
he spiced up the show with his wiles.
Leave It to Beaver
*Wally and other characters use expressions like “Gee whiz,” “Gosh,” and “Golly.”
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To cleave means to cut
It can also means to cling
~ Rather intriguing!
Meat cleaver man
In the late hours of the dark black night
A man walks around with a large meat cleaver to fight
The demons in his head tell him to kill and everything will be al-right
He might stare at you through a curtain you left open just slight
The man could be your father or brother that’s right
He could be the postman or a delivery driver as he sets you in his sights
The horrible truth is that he told me that he is coming to chop you into pieces tonight
So pray for the morning to come because no one can save you until it is light.
Baby
I don’t want to be
Pricks on your way
Baby
I don’t want to be
Your rainy day
Baby
I don’t want to be
Sand in your eyes
Baby
I don’t want to be
Your fruitless tries
Baby
I don’t want to be
Too much cleaver
Baby
I don’t want to taste
Your sweet flavor
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