Poetry: Wolves and Rainboats

Survive the night.

"The wolves are skinny

and they've been drinking

all day."

Survive the tongue lashings.

Keep god at bay

'cause his knife was

sharpened on my wit.

And he whittles away

at my words

so his message

will fit.

But it won't. And

I'm omnipotent

when in the city of Flint.

Wear a raincoat

as the stage fills with

my spit. Extinguish

all your cigarettes.

We survived the buy outs

and the plants closing,

The streets smoking

and the kids playing

arson.

Their mom's toking

in the background

and i'm expected

to grow up NORML.

But i've accepted

that i will accept

no responsibility.

Exceptions range

from my money

to maternity.

Survive the pitch forks

and the gang signs. 6

stars and non-smoking

bars.

Flint is built on hills

that hide poisonous trenches.

Railroad tracks

tie her hair back. my city is dancer.

And Her spine's made from power lines,

we're all live wires.

It doesn't seem real. When

i leave the cement.

After being buried so long

in a trash heap city.

I can't leave, I'll miss

the weight of the worms.

I never want to

Survive the night.(s)

(Where)

The wolves are skinny

(and they look hungry)

and they've been drinking

all day.

Like me.

i was lost until i found this city.

Until i found my home,

I was lost

and then i was born.

(From the collection Delirium, Delirium.)