Frat House Saturday Night

Ghetto frat house

Realm of droop-drahw’d swagger

Colored boxer briefs cling

Outline gang-banger buttocks

Their curvature and musculature

Now familiar landscape


Pre-summer Saturday night

She and suburban Bunkie

Listen in fading twilight

To hustler’s ambivalence

Fear and appeal of the streets

He has forever called home


He smokes a blunt

(Finally a visual for the term)

Blows smoke toward them

Sharing his favored relaxer

Outlines his foolhardy

Untenable intentions


Short -term return to the game

Hustle up a nest egg

Invest and leave the ‘hood

Carrying with him memorial weight

Of homies gunned down

Right hand man serving his grandma


Mixed media portrait

Callous dealer

Endangering young lives

-His, friends and strangers-

Shellacked hard shell over

Frightened lonely little boy


Ears and heart open

She holds the stories

Poured out in intoxication

On unforgiving baked concrete

Glimpses she would never have had

But for her stint in the hood

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