Hood Etiquette.

and if we find no food for self,                                        we be food for the next bredrin

isn’t this how we replenish;                                            how we transfigure into cherubs

preserving life by laying one for the other            for greater love hath no man than this

we segue into dust and settle in the abdomen

stacking up spirits in the womb

                                   every living boy is a time chamber of familiar spirits

they say you turn into yam when you pick

money off the ground                                        now I wonder how may tubers of boys I must’ve eaten

on days when I speak alone; I don’t soliloquize                I converse with the other boys in my womb

we talk about everything and nothing; about Imperial leather                    about Mad Melon and Mountain Black

about the fullness of day where we join the other boys in the clouds

            playing hopscotch on the sky.