Ill delete wthis when im sober.

“Negro Wind”

Like the cotton song’s
Of Negros
We walk.
Making the best;
Banding
In a universal secret
To shut our mouths
And sing loudly
Like a whisper
In the wind
That carrys blossom
With its
Dust.

Asking
As we march
Or roll
Or stumble.

as we amble
To no where
like a frolic
or pouring water
Thats stopped

And forgotten
Across a time
We don’t remember
And that forgets
To give us what we
Deserve.

And as we fall
On kneas
And female thighs
With sex and sin

The chirstmas tress
Flicker in our windows
And televisions
Wail louder than our breath

As we rot on all fours
Forever
With smiles
That are forced
To become

so very,

very

empty.