ψ 40 day rap ψ


August 30 by The Running Son





ψ 40 day rap ψ

My skin flakes and blows away,
and has now for forty days.
The sun blazes and bakes,
driving me insane
—straight desert crazy.

I eat dust and grit, both disgusted
and amazed with the ways
others get away
having manna
as a side dish to their meat and gravy.

Latter-days ladies try to save me,
make me baskets to carry
tonics and loams,
soothing my wounds like a baby,
to refuel and juice up.

A fantastic plan for the next time
I’m spacing,
and at last get my ass kicked,
tossed in a ditch by desert-rat kids
with blasted looks,

fishing for handouts and harassing me.
I’m dishing soot and sand
–-just my rabbit’s foot from
empty pockets,
They aint buyin’ it—aint my fans.

In fact one just landed
a rocket-quick right hook,
hard as he could, grinned and shot
me a devil-look, then they
body-checked me like a peckerwood.

Mad-dogging me and
kicking sand, and testifying against me
like goddamn
indigo ghost children from my pre-resurrection,
then left me guessing

at all the lazy ways I have
blamed the ladies,
foamed with rabies,
loamed my own skin, soap-boxed
and pontificated lessons,

and made confessions in a pool of blood and sand, in Hades.

Written for: http://wedrinkbecausewerepoets.com/2013/08/29/thursday-poetry-prompt-18-thats-a-rap/



by Jim Aldrich (:


All Poetry by RunningSon, aka Jim Aldrich

.namaste.   -• ö.tH(ink)Mÿstiç •-   .namaste.

7 thoughts on “ψ 40 day rap ψ

  1. […] Jim – The RunningFather Blog | 40 Day Rap […]

  2. Sahm King says:

    Jim. If you ever adopt a Rap name, I’m going to recommend G (for Genius)! Nice dude.

  3. ksbeth says:

    excellent )

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