Secrets Saved on Salina

when i was dismissed from Ohe Nahn
the first time
i found myself bruised and taken in by Salina

curse you Ohe Nahn
For the things you didnt prepare me for, i encountered on Salina
the things parents pay to shield their children from, i was given a high definition view of by Salina
I nodded,
not slept,
down Seneca's Turnpike into living quarters of a
warm rock fiend mother
scheevy alocholic son and
young unsuspecting daughter
who showed me the ways of getting by
on Salina's terms.
who taught me to use the high hills of Salina in my favor
for "the city's watch men in white and black vehicles dare not travel north."
they repeated, one evening
as i sat, in car
beside warm rock-fiend junior
three seconds and a lighter flick away from
ether propelled flames burning all we ever were
on Salina.
thank you Salina for noses
to notice the smell of the ether
and for shitty lighters
that didnt work when you needed it not to the most.
however Salina,
I do not thank you for the
many men who traveled
in and out of warm rock fiends bedroom
delivering and taking for Salina
unapologetically
i act asleep, knowing i should leave at once
but i don't
i almost love you, Salina

when i was dismissed from Ohe Nahn
for the second time,
i found myself wrapped in a tango
once again with Salina

let this be the last time Ohe Nahn
that you take from me what I did not offer for taking
i rolled, not walked, down Salina
into the apartment of two army brats
and a mexican thrillseeker
by the end of the four months
we had sold all our material posessions to various pawn shops on Salina
we had tapped out our parents for all financial support
because of Salina
we were hungry
for Salina
we were craving
Salina
we planned schemes and diversions
robberys and heist
non violent
but nonsensical
all for you Salina
your thriving streets, filled with wasted time
our wasted souls filled with your thriving drugs

where we learned more
ohe nahn or salina
that's still up for grabs
and for the time being,
things are seemingly under wraps

The Greatest Jones

The Greatest Jones

 
Bridled around numbered avenues and lingering beneath neon signs of industry
the loss congregate
heads still bopping to the faint sound of Charles Mingus records spinning in the living rooms of deceased fiends and foes
taken by time and dope
Empty coffee cup spasms for spare change outside iron horse stations makes dimly lit Bowery alleys come to life
with shadowy images tightening leather belts and syringe piercings
Horrendous coughs releasing day old black tar phlegm
Bottles cling and clack, not for celebratory "cheers!" but as a result of inebriated spills
The amplified sound of decaying skin scratches reverberate through Great Jones St.
Skulls levitate just above sidewalks, mid nod
Still slightly bopping to Mingus
In search of the greatest Jones.

Major Deegan to AMERICA

                Major Deegan to AMERICA

 1/2/12

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Rows of cars penetrate wide bridges

en route to their respective destinations

Filled with colors and sizes, occupying seats above wheels,

above road, above rock

Beneath sky, clouds, unanswered hopes, prayers

and balloons

Released both voluntarily and involuntarily by children and fed up parents.

Planes at high elevation levels dodge wandering minds

stripping thc from hemp in form of prolonged inhalation.

Larger than life personalities traveling in waves from satellite to box,

to mind- as deception.

Government and actors,

actors enter government,

is there a difference?

A request for the merging of capitol hill and hollywood American history tours.

Come visit AMERICA: the end- TOURS ($67.95+tax)

From WALL STREET to SILICONE VALLEY, the masses travel in herds

From east coast Eliot Spitzer hotel rooms

to

West Coast adoption agencies frequented by the Jolie-Pitts

and ALL in between!

Demolish ALL boarders,

for the exception of Mexico

and allow all to COME SEE AMERICA...

all that the media has said is true!

Priest with a taste for Sunday mass and violating five year old ass.

Protected by pill popping parents who continue to bring

innocent robbed five year olds to pedophile priest to pray.

Priest PREYS

Child is SILENCED

Parents complacency ENSUES

Visits to Wal-Mart follow

Foods with bright colors and identifiable names are purchased.

Void left by priest robbery is now seamlessly filled- not with love- but with regret and high fructose corn syrup.

Priest PREYS

We pray

Priest TOUCHES

we pray?

Fast forward, child enters adulthood with warped sense of self and intimacy.

Innocent robbed

Childhood robbed

Priest employed

Families destroyed

NEXT EXIT, America.

THOSE

     THOSE

This—like all that came before it and all that will come after it—is for those.

those

who paced phone in hand, waiting for pusher-man to arrive with their respective surprise.

those
who steam for pillow dreams and beams of the light green, striving to know what it all means.
those
who seek thrills in form of pills, remain paying the dollar bill for your fill.
those
framing flies by ingesting the fungi—absolutely and positively high
those
CD-casing lines of white so clear of bind, it burns while you yearn for more— More.
those
supposed OGs addicted to OCs from beach long who could sing a song , who’s“never wrong”
those
tweakers whose life remains on blasted speakers, always in search of
PEAKers.
those
who troop to Country View to get your mind a stew, keep doing what you do!
those
who hit the sauce in order to fake dreams of being a boss who never ask: “what does it cost?”
those
who rub liquid ‘cid on palms and enter forest to be calm and go by the name of, Tom.

those
on line at Acres High seeking high, up and down West Seneca they fly

those
who took the bait and stopped the hate and came and mate with room OneTwentyEight

those

Xannie-barred out with ATM cards out, en route to sin, trying to remember pin.

those
who can’t handle, the wait for aid that’s financial, placing spare change on mantle.

those
constantly chewing through lolli’s while in search of another date with molly

those
on line to get behind a dime and grind to top 40 rhymes—stop wasting your time

those
shorting dimes to pay the fines for the crimes they avoided doing time, living life like a corona holding the lime
those
supposed future linemen breaking hymens at Universities with girls who believe in “perfect timing”

those
middle class tricksters, repulsed by hipsters invading restaurants that sit on best listers.

those
trading in small town deers for big city tears, I hope you find what you fear.

those

who seek bliss from the ‘list, from jobs to a lady you can call Mrs.______________

those
not mentioned in here through name or societal fame yet believe they’re all the same.

                                You know, those…

THE MISEDUCATION OF a 90s NEGRO

Like the rope that broke the neck of the nigger-father-son-brother in Mississippi, WE will not be broken.

Like reality was still here, the truth will be spoken.

Like the seat that housed the buttocks of the tired Rosa Parks, WE will soon be warm.
Like the mother tangled in fear protecting her newborn son, WE will not be harmed

Like the father working nights, WE are not just another dead-beat-dad statistic
Like materialistic-fiends, we will thrive for retail logistics.

Though we loss the chains and name [NIGGER], the pain still remains.
Constantly being drenched in bleach, then being ridiculed for being permanently stained.

But like a disobedient dog, we will not be trained.
Why?
Because this 90s negro was under the impression that we were all born the same.