Poetry [Plug: Penchant]

Her all just vanishes forever down some crack.

     Through some tunneled excuse –through her wish

                                                …right below Her lack.

Them be telling her new things; always not the same.

    Felt those abuses             struggled through no pain.

                                Don’t know from ain’t

never going to neither

                            She’s obsessed now ‘cuz her mama’s milk

                                          couldn’t feed Her.

  Roun’ the way

  folks shy way

                                           Done died everyday.

   Yet this never weighs down on her.

                                                      She’s cleaned with addiction.

                                                      That eco too friendly in her lungs.

                          Its smile Her description.

                                                                                                       Their religion.

  To see Jester make mock

    To laugh out loud (LOL)

                                                       When does its swung makes a stop?

  Traveling impossible

                                Lines now.

                                                Wasting definable time…wow!

Him never give no hints or signs on post-its.

                                Them keep lying on bout intervention

                                Slurred now…Her toasted.

 So hype, so hungry, so thirsty and penchant.

                Her swung, cloud nine…just trying let

                                                that stench vent.