Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Resurfaced Thoughts

I’m not a chronic profanity abuser
but I woke up this morning like:
eff it.

Like someone with an aura,
dark and pompous
walked on my white carpet
with muddy stilettos
and then apologized disingenuously.

Remnants of painful memories
abruptly incensed me.
So, I hit the DMX playlist, and


for someone
to give me a reason.