KK

Don’t take my picture

Don’t tell me your problems

Don’t be messing with me

I’m gonna tell you

From time honored wisdom

I don’t have long for this world

So stay close mind the bowls they

Tip when we fill the trolley

Watch out for that guy

this girl the most

She’s psycho and racist

But you know this faggot

This what?

I whisper already alert

This you know what I mean

I do Mister Negro

I do you jerk

And he laughed

While I trembled

He had that power

Like an owl perched

In a dark window

Above the sandwiches

To be slipped into bags

He knew everyone’s story

But mine where he lagged

Though I told him everything

In increments like rags

Like bloodstains that glow

Under the forensic blues

He was there in the morning

He was lizard eyed and broken

He was eternally in the

Dark moments we harkened

Over crates of sandwiches

Delivered by tokens

Boys with inheritance

From the first words they’d spoken

Boys who will own

What we leave as tokens

We were all there to feed them

The undefined forgotten

My meager salute this reminder

Of you

It’s all that I have

With a handshake, adieu

nyc April 2019