Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Categories:
turnabouts, life, memory,
Form: Free verse
The devil cruised down,
To New Orleans,La,
With plan in his heart,
From the Broussards part,
He claimed alot of souls,
With temptation of a plan,
One very unholy,
Sinful lawbreaking scam,
One offering money to those who would join,
A serious deception created,
From his hand,
If you went for the money,
For the love of it,
You lost your soul,
Because of it,
If it was because they scared,
You into it,
You got a reprive because,
Of it,
If you chose to hurt,
Me and my kids on purpose,
You lost your soul,
And all contol of it,
God doesn't do that just for me,
He would do it for anyone,
Whose been put through unbelievable,
Pain and misery,
When a good person is outnumbered,
By an evil amount,
God goes to bat,
And you better watch out,
A good soul and family,
Outnumbered by alot,
Has God batting a thousand,
Turnabouts for all who fudgged up,
People determined to keep doing wrong,
By this little woman and children,
Will not be singing any song.
Categories:
turnabouts, dedicationlost, lost,
Form: Rhyme