“All the way
many miles
under the guise of a New York sky.”


waiting, thinking, wanting
a drink
urgency to quell thirst
thirsty


sitting a crowd
everything hot
mind, body and soul bush
ass edge tight to seat


echo weekend
four loads full Chicago
one day
my way


still waiting figuring
the power of x to y
y is to x
break it down now


like night a burden to light
trying to see
where to fit in
jumping double dutch thru a sea of people


four mates
three Rikers one Green assemble
to sing prison songs


flossing color tee’s
standard convict convo
fist bumping
shoulder tag side
high five
taking the same ride


dazed and fazed
dying to be bless
please beg of thee
praying him plant in the garden in need


criss crossing thighs
twist turn a return
ticket one way
so many miles away


to the smell hemp
waiting to be spread
on the lacuna into embouchure
to fulfill
the quell


our final summit


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