The bell rings

a jaw breaks.

Backyard has open

exhibits to Slice’s victims

Name shows in lights

a jaw breaks.

President of the backyard.

Lights dim

a jaw is spared.

R.I.P

Kimbo Slice

Sun Rises

the ball falls

the game begins.

Ashfault rubs the cheek

igniting the flame

matches to the furnace.

Laces are strapped

the lights are on

the game never ends.

Sharp corners rounding the walls

pierce fields of united falls.

Move through the fields

blood fills the earth

erecting new fruits of life.

Forcing left moving right

mud fills the corpse

crows flee in terror.

Crops are full and weather is bleak

harvest comes in the Winter.

Future plays

marking the move

treasure the moments.

The day is coming

binge Stranger Things

that other world does exist.

The crowd stares

lips frozen on icy words

the crowd stares

the day is here.

Sending flyers in the net

trashing the world with your outlet

future glowing with no threat

don’t cry ma don’t fret

I got you no debt

will fly away on this jet.

Roads populated leaving no footprints

in the dirt in the dust floating above our heads.

Flashing lights say go stop

yet your standing still.

World news clutter the space

and all I do is look for you.

Marching to a drum in the middle of the ocean

Crushing waves at the bottom of my heels like ants

Nights run long to the beat

Waves of formation crushing into the sand

Tides climb and the drum keeps playing.

Kicking and screaming

cheeks turning red

boiling in human hands.

 

Red and blue lights flashing

peaking through the window.

 

Rocky earths usually forgotten

were taken the entire trip.

 

Shrieks through the busy halls

echoing in shallow stalls.

 

The working nurse asked a simple question.

She looked at him

and him at her

and they both knew.

Not the pet detective

the fighter.

The matador and

the trickster.

Royalty remains in history

in the name of the Royals

Yordabo, rest in peace.