Wednesday, July 2, 2014

Midnight Sunglasses


We were cool…

Back in the day—

I mean we even wore shades

At night in smoky bars

where hammers wore skin-

tight, short mini-skirts

that went to their thighs

And to our imagination.

 

We were cool—

Back in the day—

Smokin’ weed

through cherry and strawberry flavored

cigarette papers

carburators

and bongs

Snortin’ coke

through Benjamins

and leaning in
El Dogs and Lincolns

while  the long-legged

street walkers

stopped cars

like urban sirens…

Ulysses Johnson

was a pimp on Euclid

Avenue back in the day

when the players and hustlers

came out to play.
Colt 45
Malt Liquor
and Country Club
and other bottles
of pissed and wasted
dreams....
Back in the day
when hos hoed
and the players played
and the pimps
pimped
and the simps
simped...
BC
Before crack.

 

 

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