Dafuq?!
I know that I'm a cocaine addict, but i know I ain't hallucinating, well I kinda hope I was since today ain't a great day. It started out normally, walking in the streets of L.A, holding my cardboard sign that says ;I ain't gonna bull crap you, if you do me charity, umma use it to get as high as the clouds.
Not much people gave Moolah to me, but as I head down and alley that leads to a busy street. There are two people on the alley, but they were lik super close. At first I'm like, yo? Why do that here and not in a bed, I mean the guys basically on him... Him!?
Nothing against gays but, uh this is weird. So courisoty killed the cocaine addict, I walked up saying," Y0? Y'all good?"
Nothing but teeth gritting.
But as I get closer I see a red streak flowing from them to both ends of the alley, I stop. I think, he'll nah I ain't dying today. So I walk out and continue my routine.
Them later, in my motel I'm watching tv, and the people be saying guys be eating each other like chicken. At first, I'm like chicken I want some, but them I think to the guy in the alley, crappp. Some frappe gonna go down. But now, I turn of the light and go to bed, to the noise of screams.
People Standing Still
"Leon!!" She was doubled over, puking her guts out into a garbage bin after too much alcohol and not enough cocaine. San Fran was much colder at night than the valley. It's the death that rolls off of the water, the wind that kicks up the smell of urine from the sidewalk, the sky scraping metal buildings. The homeless have an aftertaste when they pass you by.
Leon walked down the dark alley, reached out for the back of her neck and warmed her skin with his cold hands. "Let it out dear, just let it out."
Sabine smiled, mouth wet with saliva. "Take me to the ER, that demon wormed his way into my gut."
October Diaries: Unspoken
October 13,
Trembling and softly breaking,
in solicitous tones, you sing.
Unspoken and cracked open,
my silence begs your rhythm.
Play only to your wish;
no notes nor score to restrain.
Confessions are a bitter kiss,
dripping sweetly from your lips.
Touch what I cannot grasp,
and revive what I forgot.
Hush those old melodies past,
crawling up from the grass.
Raise your pitch and lull me
to crescendo's apex and leave
stuttering words empty,
awaiting your chest's heave.
When your euphony ceases,
ease into the harsher sting
before embracing me for knowing
the words you would not sing.