I remember leaving Chicago
After not not sleeping
tossing random items into the Altima
escaping not moving
books and treasures
in the curbed dumpster
hated neighbors
scavenging within
dumpster-diving for computers
I took one from the hands of a father
and smashed it onto the street
with blue eyes vacant
and dead calm
Toys were another matter
I put them all on the red front porch
and the Spanish kids
swarmed onto them
asking “how much” their eyes wide
and hopeful
Its all free . I said
I was in La Raza
Lord of the Flies
So dangerous with generosity
strapped with a 9
and speaking
in tongues...
Lethal drugs
boiled like human soup
in the crooked spoon
A perfect rose
bloomed in the dropper.
