Consider the toucan’s festive gold breast. …
Marcus Wicker
The sill plays a cruel joke—thrones me. Frames me …
If in his image made am I, then make me a miracle. …
it paralyzes their country mercy i will teach them how to be …
Like witchgrass effacing a wheat bed gradually a ghoulish shadow …
Fresh Prince / Freddie Gibbs / John Singleton flicks / …
Two spiky-haired Russian cats hit kick flips …
What apple, which conquistador …
No chain link fences leapt in a single bound. No juke …
But you made every …
Some of you future motherfuckers oughta be …