parable of an inventive junkie
me
is woe / went to scō / but po-po at tha’ dō / ask / “where you
go?”
act dumb / “is jojo home? / got weeds /// need hoe.”
po-po
say / “jojo don’t live here no mō // you get ghost // ‘cause
this crack-house is
closed /// & you cain’t scō.”
/ “thank you ossifer.”
/ then i go // i be gonna-git-gone!! //
two
dōs down /
live joe j. snow. //
booyah!
. . . i scō!!
/ get high as hell /// fuck damn po-po!
/ an’ they ‘maginary
/ drug wō.