I Remember Well
Numb to the fingertips, reason is, it’s hard to wait…
In this bitter frozen night, it was November the 28
Oh the city scape, crystal in shape, your air was thin
White smoke from your breath…
A stranger’s blood to your skin…
Calling the sins – out – loud enough for all to hear them
You did me wrong…
On the night that I stopped breathing…
And although I stood a slant, toothless and coughing blood..
I remember well…
Tip toe past the parliament, chip-truck, then I scour
Through blurred words of my mother:
Stay far away from this hour
It’s midnight…alright, now the liquor sets deep
And I can’t find these damn buses, payphones or my feet
Wake up the man said, now vomit on my chest
Sub-30C with wind chill…
My coat’s still at the club’s check
Rise to my knees, my wallets gone along with my keys
And this alley is my enemy slanted 30 degrees
My skin’s white and cracking, frost bite maybe
Oh hey lady…
Help me please, my T and jeans are wet.
And I’m sure you’ve endured these cold nights, I bet…
But even you gotta admit that these damn streets are shady.
She had a face like murder, grace in her ignorance too
Chin so high in the air, scared she might graze the moon
Then her Chihuahua gnarled, gripped right close to her feet
And get this…
The dog had a fuckin’ better sweater than me!
Back to the street…
Now on the main road, neon lights and sleet
A streetcar rolls near, hey man, can I please ride free?
NO!
Get off the bus asshole, I gotta get home
I said FUCK YOU, and FUCK HIM and your friend with the afro
Left the bus hostile, clueless on what to do about…
…my lack of cash for a taxi plus my cell phones is run out
I scan randomly, now my liquor is fading from me hard..
Then footsteps from behind, those 4 cats from the streetcar
WHAT’DYOU SAY BITCH then a right hook to the floor
Enough booze in me to know…
…that that should’ve hurt more
Knew to rise to my feet quick enough to avoid kicks
But not the full nelson, Fruitopia bottle n’ more licks
Blood filled noise, shimmy until my ribs break
And intake…
Blood in my lungs…right then the scene shakes
A pedestrian, hopped on this huge dude like equestrian
Breath again, grabbed a glass shard, swung n’ threatened them
Then my partner runs, this mans gotta switchblade
Every which way this bitch sways…cant run so I wait
For the perfect time, he’ll talk shit and he’ll chuckle
And I’ll pretend I’m fuckin scared, as I reach for my belt buckle
It’s of a Ghetto Blaster, most people see it and laugh
He wont be laughing much when he sees a pound and a half…
…at his temple…as my savior-my rapier-my only defense
I rip it from my belt and grip it till it hurts in my hand
One of the punk’s said “GUN!” they all ran except…
The knife…
…as in slow motion he turned to them, n’ then back…
With eyes wide enough to predict future, he knew the…
…minute I cocked back it wasn’t a pistol nor luger
Nor Tec 9 or anything…he swung the switchblade n’ missed
He’s off balance as I swing in full force and I hit…
…right on his temple…death’s sickle sweet motion
His head went soft and weak…as his skull was blown open
His last breath in my presence…
His loss of life and its essence…
A year for excessive force…
…self-defense itself is but the question
Put down to house arrest, as my partner confessed the victim…
…was wielding a knife, wielding a life in a deeper spectrum
So that’s this mystery…last year and its history
Little leisure online…so this textcee blissfully…
…returns to his so-to-speak…title…
and hopefully…
will do so and so you see…
…belong where I’m spose’d to be
So words to weak, the proclaimed and to the wise
Not once did I ever sleep…
…I merely closed my eyes
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