The Hunter

He hunted me over deserts and tumble weeds
It moved like a bounty hunter and had leads on me
When I last saw him in Dakota in 1846 he bloodied my nose.
I got away on his horse
Posters over dry land.
He searched for me
I moved like a vagabond, running from the ripper
I was a ghost
I thought I had escaped the hunters grip
It scoured taverns, speakeasies and bath houses looking for me
I was clumbsy
Running from the hunter
I was set up
Ambushed by love
Betrayed
It caught me off guard
It checked me
We tussled
Dragged me by my hair
Like a fuckin’ cave man
To the tavern
While the towns people watched in horror
Some laughed and held the wanted posters up
Pointing fingers
Again
It bloodied my nose
I chuckled
Then stumbled back
I spit
Spit my death in his face
And I laughed
Wickedly
And it shot me!
And I bled
And I bled out

He took a shot of that dirty whisky
Hand on gun

Tilted his hat

Looked around
And said…
Pay me


The hunter

Words

Perizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!

DO NOT RESUSCITATE

Weights heavy like burdens
In search to erase a thing
A thing!
A terrible thing
No amount of love can resuscitate me
To a normal thing
This empty land mind has swallowed my ethos
They look at me as somewhat of a weirdo
With blood on my shirt and dirt in my nails
I have the stench of lonely only the dead can smell
No person place or thing
Can resurrect me
Normal
I want to will myself a reset
To erase all the regret
My silence cry rivers and my soul is damned
To something morbid and sadistic
And no song I sing can erase the thing
That screamed at me in a dream to wake
Corners turn curves
To shake awake every unhinged nerve
Scream then disappear
I’ve been hiding from the boogie man
Haunted by memories
I will forever be trapped
In this dream
And no amount of love can resuscitate me

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