Even the gloomiest night sky
Is Illuminated by Brooklyn’s florescent city lights.
Christopher’s shadow chases him
Through the barren streets, protracting itself
On the city’s high-risers, reaching
For the heavens, away from sin. Blunt
Clinched between his fingers
He raises it to his lips, as his muscles relax and his skin
Releases its tight grip on his bones, he hums to himself
A melody.
“I wonder if I died,
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect,
Forgive me for my lies.”
Like his shadow he cannot escape
The past, hanging onto him like a vampire’s
Locked jaw.
The hour glass is empty, the flood gates open,
Shots ring out.
Jealousy’s a monster
In a young man’s dream,
A drive by murder
In this East-West rivalry.
Biggie’s blood burns the blunt
With red smoke, just seconds after
His notorious final toke.
Is Illuminated by Brooklyn’s florescent city lights.
Christopher’s shadow chases him
Through the barren streets, protracting itself
On the city’s high-risers, reaching
For the heavens, away from sin. Blunt
Clinched between his fingers
He raises it to his lips, as his muscles relax and his skin
Releases its tight grip on his bones, he hums to himself
A melody.
“I wonder if I died,
Would tears come to her eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect,
Forgive me for my lies.”
Like his shadow he cannot escape
The past, hanging onto him like a vampire’s
Locked jaw.
The hour glass is empty, the flood gates open,
Shots ring out.
Jealousy’s a monster
In a young man’s dream,
A drive by murder
In this East-West rivalry.
Biggie’s blood burns the blunt
With red smoke, just seconds after
His notorious final toke.
I like the reference to "read smoke" in the end. I also like this sentence: "Christopher’s shadow chases him/ Through the barren streets,
ReplyDelete/protracting itself/On the city’s high-risers . . . "
Cooooool. Blogs are a good spot for poetry - I do so believe. The photo is way cool too. :)
note: that last comment should have READ: RED smoke. D'oh!
ReplyDelete..he died on my 7th birthday..
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