Bruno, you know what? Unnamed “as yet”
Made good threat… with a maraschino
In umbra none other than brute creation
Bad with words, but good at rearranging faces
At Bedford-Stuyvesant in loose silhouette
Drumming up violence with a shady “yoo-hoo”
Dang, thereby my shebang
Is an emblem of a bigger bodily crime
Blood feather stuck in mine
My indentation, my griming relief
My body’s striped to a degree for good
Mantis without a prayer – a preyer of her own
Iffy to say if unspoken promises hold true
Dang, thereby my shebang is an emblem of a bigger bodily crime
Blood feather stuck in mine
Semi-permanent ultramarine
Scratching the surface from inbetween “I love yous”
Dang, thereby my shebang
Is an emblem of a bigger bodily crime
Dang, thereby my shebang is an emblem of a bigger body of crime
Blood feather stuck in mine