I put these rytins

on this paper study

them where I shine

(two wavy lines paralleling one another)

so I’m trapped

in this casket

with mu eyes wid

open

while the angels

attract the meek

And the Demons

the Broken

Fuck the Eye that

keeps us looking

over our  ~indistinguishable~  shoulders

Ill keep you bu

mu side like mu

gun to mu holster

(the following leaps back up to the top of the other half of the page opposite “I put these rytins” and begins):

Paste mu picture on

the back of your

(Fuckin) eyelids

pass the Duggie

to the Boss who

just dropped the

Sid*

Taken back to the

black board with

the repetitive lines

usa put tension on

you niggas like the

veins on the vines

Back in the day

when Ezay^ told

me  ~the remaining words are censored/obliterated by the writers

black marker~

I take no credit for the writing above

I found it folded into sloppy eighths beside a sidewalk under a skirt of bushes where  if it wasnt the nights rain would have demolished it like tissue

it is written anonymously in heavy black marker on a faint-blue lined page approx. seven by eight inches

the writing bled

its letters wore a charcoal umbra at their edges

I pressed the small folded page to my tshirt beneath my jacket to wick moisture from it

at home I laid it on a heat register

as it dried I carefully unfolded it  

I was curious

or perhaps once a voyeur always a voyeur

later

     it took a little work to match letters to those in recognizable words

 

the writers mu was the word my 

                           and whyknot  and whyknot wrest this forlorn page from trashdom and obscurity

just another small thankless service voyeurs provide

found in December, 2015

0055,  Moanday,  14  3. 16

* semel in d. (Latin)/once a day

^ Mohamed Mounir (?): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ESQST3hnAzY