spent twelve hours lookin for the piece of my mind
eroded by hereditary worry
that put christiana in de mad house
hair half pulled out
brains at the roots
and padded room batty
me pop out years later
unaware
half of i was with my father at the time
common entrance late call style entrance
expectation an my little bother at my back
almost twin
shoulda been premature by at least four months
any way
on the fringe of it all
much like balrog or dhalsim
the promise of my menace
a line i frequent..
anyway.
lived him.
i stand under her hand
palms that loom
that don't need each other for percussion
that would prefer upside my head
to play beautiful music
inside de drum brains shaking
like maracas
on a holiday weekend sunday
ah might have some DNA
on a wall some whey
cuz my reflexes was always good
and i was always good at reflexes
so as soon as i could my knees jerked
if you see me
on de front porch wit all my worldly possesions
a 17 year old smile
aged to perfection
dusted and popped for my defection
from your ranks
you ranks
as one ah de best fuckin mothers
i have ever had
but dem was some sweet cutarse
i cut my eyes
in them memories direction
piled high on a frontal lobe
like thoughts
on mortality
ponderings of imorality
and the like
bathed in afrifunk.
i walked until it made sense to stop
there i met
the cause for
this rumination of thoughts
the confusion
the lack of sleep
twelve plus hours,
spent
like the currency of a life wasted
feeling like Bunny
something about a story
that has more false endings
than right turns
that leads me to recall
the uproarious calm before you
the walk
not unlike my own
legs like parentheses
enclosing their purpose.
you know
bandying about.
'til i feel like forgetting
and can
as well as i sleep
self medicating
along the lines of this note
at quarter past 6.
ante meridiem
'by allah, it was my mother otherwise i woulda been dead crazed or institutionalised' amir sulaiman
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