Friday, April 19, 2024

 Spades Trump Hearts

Girls open their legs
for drug dealers, not office clerks 

fakes with clean shaves, lots of fat, and nice shoes

the girl in the coffee shop prophesied 
that I would make it to work on time

damnation is not for me 
power of the Holy Cross
and those motherfuckers breed 
and break bread

blessed is the Lord who prepareth my hands for battle because I'm in deep shit
keep my wits 
my head is clean and drug free

 cool like a coma in sunlight behind these 

Pit Viper shades of mine I keep hearing jazz cymbols echo from another place, another time did I write and stage my existence unfolding to the world, a full suit of spades is sharp and trumps the heart.


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