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The Blaque Queer
05:20
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There’s fish in vineyards on willow trees
with skin so tender & fins drooping
& over yonder the fetus play.
No dad or mommy just pre-Dooms Day.
Here come the seahorses with regal backbones.
That’s a green light for seagulls.
The manowar is sheathed in giant kelp.
Fetus in octopus inque yells, “help.”
The current lathers the shores at night.
Plastic Tsunami at such great heights.
Fetus is sunbathing with the seals.
The hungry seagulls await meals.
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Roof, I Thee Wed
04:37
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The roof is my baby.
The only thing I’d ever jump from.
It’s my honey dipped 1980’s.
The only thing that never expected some.
Hey, roof, you’re my reason.
Can I Chinese-star your shingles?
It’s branding be embedded on my back.
Balancing on the roof’s crest.
Whichever way it induces panic.
Causes my heart to elevate my chest.
Hey, roof, you’re my reason.
Can I Chinese-star your shingles?
Roof, I thee wed
if my jump from you doesn’t leave me dead.
You treat me healthy
unlike cladded drug heads.
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Build A Wall
04:26
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my daddy held down 3 jobs;
picking tomatoes, drywall, he even worked on the River Walk.
he never fell victim from those man made snake pits
scattered on the border.
my grandpa worked since the age of 13;
shining shoes, picking cotton, picking celery.
he carved out a life for himself
working circles around any American.
then the president comes along
taking the country back where we came from.
then the president comes along
deporting you back where you came from.
hush ya mouth about Russia.
"you damn Mexicans we don't want you!"
"you dirty Mexicans we don't want you!"
build a wall, keep them out for all.
send them spics away, it's the American way.
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Thick On the Bravery
04:20
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he was a guero from the ghetto.
he was a drum toting fellow.
that man, he owned a tortoise.
that man knew the importance
of loyalty & family & friendship & love & nature/adventure & sex & loyalty
lend me your ear.
I feel thick on the bravery, thin on the fear.
this is for Vince Fournier.
You's a bad MAFAKA
back in Simpson, Cline Ave
peer pressure didn't rub off on you.
Cross Colour clothes.
straight up hood down to the toes.
Big V always did his thang.
lend me your ear.
I feel thick on the bravery, thin on the fear.
this is for Vince Fournier.
You's a bad MAFAKA
adult era, New Mexico beckoned you.
you destiny mapped out by cactus & dunes.
your sons, your dogs, your lovers, your songs
embody your essence.
you live on & on & on & on...
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Buzzing on snakeskin trim/whiskey at The Lantern.
A brickyard meet up point…
On Daisy Street they saw…
They crept in outskirt bars...
Tires & Scientology.
(the singer, the writer…)
They crept in outskirt bars
laced with Steel Mill vacuum.
Tales of recovery
from a needle point existence.
Buzzing on snakeskin trim/whiskey at The Lantern.
Waterlogged stuffed bear/say Little Kentucky prayer.
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Chico's Brother Mansfield, Ohio
a boy from the MOON with an autoharp who sings like Turquoise & Silver.
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