chose joy at sunrise
though fever called
my name

joy - she don't want me
chick thinks misery's
a perfect fit

misery - that bitch
needs people
me ... i fly solo

and i chose joy
she may not
want me
but i need her
in my life

Numb

blood rushin’ to
private places
thoughts on lines
empty pages

thighs on fire
at one two paces
black girl ache
teardrops
no traces

silent night alone
no faces
nothingness
violent cravings

gun to mouth
taste beguiling
trigger pull
a chick be dying

Dancing with Mephistopheles

forever haunted
by cinder block
zombies
and fences
of chain link

I retrace my steps
at twilight
retrieving pieces
of a girl
happiness left
behind

fragments of self
scattered on freshly
cut grass

perfect pieces
of me