Wednesday, October 23, 2013

to kill a mockingbird

they’ve all asked and
i’ve sworn to secrecy on 
the sex of mockingbirds
who never fly south
too good to move on or 
too lazy to put forth the effort

a life of coke and leisure
i pleasure their company with mine
allowing myself to be chopped
broken down and then snorted
dirty hundreds or crisp twenties
corners of torn match books from QT

brown liquor numbs this 
brown boy’s blues
clinking of ice cubes in 
crystal tumblers 
snapping pictures posting on 
instagram and tumblr

ill never speak on the affairs or 
encounters or the events that 
circumstance and southern lust
privies me for
to kill a mockingbird is
cowardly where i’m from

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