I felt nothing
knew nothing
new nothing
could do nothing
go nowhere
doorknobs, faucets and forks were too heavy
bodies and their maintenance felt ridiculous
and I was not in reality
in a personal hell
being drug through the cavernous darkness and cold
I grew dull
achy, dull
each day a long deep throb of dread
then someone handed me maracas
living in the death lane
took the hell route to enlightment
I came to- homeless on the dance floor at Northern Lights,* smoking American Spirits and drinking Moscow Mules with a gentrifier
5 preroll in my pocket and my first 40 hour paycheck in 2 years
The sky cracked open and an August rain fell
someone handed me maracas and I became alive in my hips
stuck out my tongue caught the rain that taste like diamonds, like freedom, secrets to war, secrets to wealth
I came to-
(To Be Continued)
*Northern Lights Lounge, Detroit MI