Friday, 20 January 2012

Robert Longyear



OK. - WE’RE STANDING HERE, AN’ WE FIND OURSELVES BETWEEN OUR FALLIBLE NATURE AND A BOUYANT SPIRIT OF HOPE.

every once in a while red is drawn to red - an’ if you want something from an audience, you have to give blood to their fantasies

an’ every once in a while the whites of your eyes go pop because he was on creep and he knows he shouldn’t have been

an’ i’m not tryin’ to rob you, was jus wandering if you were about to buy groceries

hold on a minute – let me get out of this car an’ at least stand up as tall as you

i’m not even hungry, i jus need gas in that big ol’ car to pick up my babies an’ was wondering if you could cash me out if i bought your food with my EBT

an’ every once in a while, red is drawn to red like his babies are @ a deficit if they’re waiting an’ they’re hungry

an’ every once in a while red meets red an’ the whites of your eyes go pop because maybe you believe him an’ he’s in a tight spot an’ maybe just waiting is worse than waiting while hungry

hold on a minute, okay – let me get this straight, you want to follow me around this store while i pick up stuff-s for dinner – an’ you wanna swipe your card like the idea of hungry mouths to me is supposed to be business

yeah, i’ll EBT twice as much as you pay me out for

okay – we’ll keep this short an’ just enough to roll a car without rolling over a system like the idea of hungry mouths to me is supposed to be business

an’ the produce at this store is bottom rung, like lack of vitamins, like undernourished mouths is big business an’ clean up on all aisles

12 dollars an’ 81 cent – no double down – Phat Pharm an’ a trinity go triple up – here’s what’s left:

the aisles are clean an’ his babies are good now – they’re good little girls - no waiting an’ no cursing less they have to deal with those ghetto girls whose necks go pop like the whites of your eyes go pop

OK. - REMEMBER, THERE’S A BUREACRACY TO OPPOSABLE THUMBS.

OK. - THE DAYS ARE ALL WILD, FOOD IN THE STREETS AND CLEAN UP IN ALL AISLES. 

OK. - A CITY RUNNIN’ WITH ITS SCISSORS OUT WILL LEAVE YOU KINDA WEEPY…


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