{“shipwreck”.}
keep the weed discretely in the altoids tin.
creep the streets deeply ducked on “alloy rims”.
bad boy pimps… we often thought we were,
till one bad boy glimpsed hard at an officer -
his posture curved & awkwardly curved
in spiraling motions that killed him like the fires & oceans.
dead - whipped & shaken, stripped butt naked – fed ‘em to the dogs.
captain buck is gangster – yes, his weapon will get drawn.
furnace smoke curls & grows, then swirls like souls...
we yearn like ghosts for freedom, we search for white gold
the curtain might close for y’all; but who really knows -
‘cause the get gritty quickly’s really fifty-fifty kid, see…
we rode past where the vagabonds & runaways gather;
where the boulevard bends & then the sunny days scatter;
where constellations complicate the night with elaborate patterns
that capture cadavers in they dreams of magical labyrinths –
night time summons twilight’s coming – sudden…
ly… we’re rushing the… spot – gun in hand.
“i know you’re fucking tired! but keep running, man!!!!
there’s treasure up ahead - i swear! - buried under sand!!!!”
the moon says farewell. the dawn give its shadow -
you see the ocean is the boulevard upon which we travel -
& the rims upon which we ride are sorta formed in ports.
we are warriors aboard. “go forth & draw your sword!!!!”
blah.
lots of stuff to do.
read into it to actually get it.
good luck dude.