Posts tagged: poetry
Next Month I’ll be headling in Reno at this event and at the Battleborn Slam in Las Vegas on the 6th and 8th respectively. If any of yal are out in this region I hope yal come through to enjoy the show.
In a drunken rage he turns pitbull,
frightens his girlfriend
into a submission of silence,
assaults a mutual friend of ours,
made me rabid, foaming frustration
which had been boiling over
for all of the months we lived together.
When all is calmed
his hangover is more
throbbing knot from blow
than one drink too many.
I apologize, he doesn’t
remember the cause
only the pain. His best friend,
offers an ice bag as consolation.
His best friend says the stupid Nigger did it,
with a tone which echoed underneath his skin
for generations before he was born.
He doesn’t realize he said it
as if there was a courage in
being disappointed in his country
for finally electing a president
who doesn’t have the same old skin tone.
My roommate does the most composed thing
I have ever seen erupt from his impulsive frame.
He politely asks his best friend to leave our dorm.
After his guest leaves he looks to me
with the same riot in his eyes
pulsating through my own.
In that moment he apologizes to me
on his comrades behalf with more shame than sincerity.
On a night, quiet as his father’s presence during his childhood
my roommate sits across from me weeping. He doesn’t know
what he is doing in this downward spiral called a life.
He has used reverse gravity on all of his friends.
His girlfriend has been treated as expendable.
He wears the scent of the other women, doesn’t even hide it.
It is fitting, that when she tosses his things from her window
she doesn’t hide his adulteries from the other women.
His own mother treats him like the boy who cried wolf.
Her phone is always lost when his name is on screen.
He has reached his breaking point. All he has left is me,
and I’ve grown tired of living with him, I’m obligated to be here.
The room where he finds sanctuary is my sanctuary as well.
He says his best friend called him a beast as if he wouldn’t miss him dead,
as if he would be first to tie the noose, as if he has a white hood in his closet.
He said his best friend said this with a hiss, as if he had been a snake all along.
My roommate gets kicked out.
Turns the room into New Orleans in 06,
New York in 01,
Detroit in 67,
Greenwood Oklahoma in 21.
He leaves no fair well, goodbye, no apology.
He stayed loyal to his best friend like a pitbull
since they were in high school in Grosse Pointe.
Loyal until the end, when the leash was cut,
and his side was kicked. Last thing I said to him,
was you’re going to be alright dawg, I may not like you
but even I see good in you. I didn’t mean to lie.
Your body is a temple I hope I’m worthy enough to pray to.