sometimes  heza feeble cat

youd rap widim late nite an come Two hez

man ah need ma sleep  time fo sack

wed tease im  dont forgit yer prayers

hed say nah ah wont

hed squat a lil

now ah lay me down ta sleep

ah pray the lawd my soul to keep

if ah dies before ah wake

ahs dead

   an hed laugh dis nasty laugh

oh naw man  ah pray da lawd my soul tatake

ah aint give shit away mah whole life  why dah fuck ah wan dat cat take mah soul

ah dont

ah wanna be dead

an hold mah soul like a junkie squeeze hez last dime

   an den he give us dis wink

it aint a wink  hez squeeze hezseye but it don shut

jus squeeze dow

still lookin atcha

yo babe  dats how ahs sleep  eyezopen

he laugh agin an saunter off

man dat fuckin cat neer die

he act dead den when da grim reaper comes he whacks im  splits hez skull

yah or cut im wid hez razor 

cat wickd wid a razor   wiiickd

0233,  Moanday,  10  12. 12

she said lasciviously  

                                   her tongue tapping lapping and curling around her canines

"He’s so backed up all I have to do is mention panties and hed jizz in his jeans.” *

--   for Jesus  I added(jizzed in his jeans for Jesus)

                                                          

                                                                       he was one of those young goodlooking kids

one of those dazzling charms dangling

from the rearview mirror of really sweet ride they didnt own

Daddy did

one of those straitlaced standard-issued  White 

cleancut peerless fucks

who somehow made a misogynist God appealing to a straitlaced  White

cleancut peerless cunt

I scratched my head(some thought I ought to cut my throat)

I tried to imagine a Life in This World barking up an empty tree for The Next
that for as Long as she Lived  

                                              clutching to her attractiveness  

                                                                                                            a Life of getting down

in the Missionary position                                                                                       

                                         never to know the feverish exhausting gamut of tickling smut

strong runting

                      and wanting to come out the top of your head  but held fast 

only because your hips were too big and you got hung up on your skull

 

--   Yah girlie thats right

Hung up on your hips by your skull

A freaking partner in crime  writhing on top

taking whats yours in hand

by its root

submitting on your knees  

barking like a dog

taken from behind in a bright tiled shower  

spreadeagle across a cool midnight trunk of a car

leaving tarblack moist spots and Rorschachs on classroom chalkboards

glittered in red sand on a desert mesa

shifting staggering  in an oceans surf

lapped by ripples on a clear lake 

nibbled by fries at a sandbars edge in a trembling creek                                                                                         

the perfect partner in crime

 

or a maiden rendered maid

                               exhausted by children housekeeping   and blue(whos cutting whose throat)

0004,  Thursday,  11  12. 14

    Madison’s character spoke in American Horror Story: Coven *      

Apparently he had a warm soft spot in his heart for black folk

he was a sucker when they touched him up on the street for spare change or a couple

bucks

          “If he could spare it.”

unlike the young white man who earlier  garrulously touched him up for food money

--   Is that your dog

--   Yah  Hes mine  His name . . .

he held up his hand quickly to hush him  he didnt want to hear the dogs name  or his

--   Then dont ask me for money  Eat the dog

to this day he hadnt met or seen a black woman or man panhandling who kept 

company with a dog

he didnt ask

he assumed they either recognised that feeding themselves was hard enough

or they already ate theirs

1733,  John Lennon’s Moanday,  8  12. 14