Last night slept on a cardboard mattress, fresh with blood and come stains from
God knows who.
This fifteen year old girl asked me for a kiss and I just gave her advice soaked with Lolita Lempka.
It was nine at night when the crack head tried to steal our spot in front of the Mini Mart.
If you haven’t noticed before there are many black men in California that love to wear cowboy hats.
He tell me Baby when I fall down, get back up and walk like a man.
It’s being a man with all these questions, it’s hard to ask questions when the answer is too drunk to share.
The water is too close for my comfort. I wish it would just drizzle on up toward the sky
Leave me alone with my thoughts on how to drown in the silence