While I am writing this story this fake city all around me
with its signs and wonders…the stomping grounds of all the crossovers. It is much like a monopoly board the way it
goes around each block, and the sights and sounds of little casinos, and play “beaches”
“Palagio” meaning "palace" and I assimilate that to Boardwalk. That’s Grand Avenue. It is summer time and the hoots and hollers
of the Dairy Queens and the Burger Kings are so a muck tonight, I can feel the
exclusion of me here in this haunted house.
Watch them knock over in hand signals and true identity nods…and the
freshmen reek of Strawberry Fields Forever from the Boones’ Farm, they are the
realtors for the First Interstate building’s Stud Aunt Lou Ann for give Nehus
program. Well, its nothing but a Monday
night a buzzin around here and the diesel trucks just remind me I once knew my
soul.
In memories gone I was Eve and he was Adam, and we grew a garden. The garden was somewhere Passed Go…real
little. We jumped the tracks on Montana
Ave, somehow landed at Chef. I mean
Cook, but I call it Chef for security purposes.
There was always these competitive dreams from my team mate and sock her
play her. Like one day sweet stuff, I
will not go directly to YCDF or the courthouse, you will see me on Broadway in
your nice 2nd hand dress, and whistle real loud. And
say yeah that’s my girl…she looks like Connecticut and brings the rain like
Maine, man she makes me a man! She knows how to City brew coffee instead of jive Off the Lead. She is no Kentucky in Red, but very beautiful
in green…she drives the Rolls Dice and I am the dog…the terrier, yup yup. Doghouse for sure.
The Rimrocks is the park place, you know where people go to
neck out. Back to the flipping
signs. Its been going on since the beginning
of time these signs between males and fee-males.
You want to play to pray, and you got to pay the price. Harry Round and knocked knees scarred fee-male. Oh I will know my
right sign and my left when the moment comes, and I won’t be awkard or touch my
nose…because that is a dead give away!
You want to roll the dice and land on what? A shack.
A fukn shack? All the clues were inside. But we are not playing "Clue." This is monopoly and we rolled to Chance.
"Hey Chance...it's your turn! Do you want to be a girl or boy this time! LMAO.
Alright night night! Sweet dreams of oh sisters and rainbow brothers, North south East and Westside Connection!!! Holla if ya hear me!...
Who would think of Rainbows??? dang!
Who would think of Rainbows??? dang!