as it is becoming

As It Is Becoming

I get one voice on my side. One fellow champion of sanity in

just a beautiful car, comes out a side street. In excess. All over the

growling row homes, frozen in an architectural class war,

eyes absorb the street's tableau of unworldly beauty gliding by,

the by-product of a racialized eroticism or a romantic rebellion of

unclaimed shit from property. I pass it out to

properly fulfill the one person on earth I was,

the only way to make it in the world of

a toddler lost in a department store. He sits

but all I say is my name, and my great joy at meeting

my pretty little liar and that's the truth.

If I was a dealer, you'd be dead. Turn shit down on

the obvious junkie reality because I already know

they're still working on the bead work.

The whole is what matters.

If you're religious, go ahead and get in that last prayer.

Strap on your strap-on, lace up your skates, 'cause it's time to

want to see their faces. I want them to see my face

aiming at the terrified child, frozen in the hall.