I tell you Courtney what your room is missing is a Black panther

I tell you what your room is missing is a Black panther

We stood at point!
where your kitchenette met your dinning nook.
We did our circus act without a net,
You revealed me your new brazzier with nude lace.
We melted crayons with a hot glue gun,
where you melted my toes, my palm, my neck.
We took our chalk to the street,
You drew upside down crosses on the church wall I drew a pentagram.
We wrote BLACK PANTHERS ALL OVER NEW LONDON!
where the alleyways sucked their bellies in, and the bums vomit.
We ate hummus pizza on the rooftop with shiraz wine,
you asked me if my batteries ever ran out and I threw my shoes over the ledge.
We laid distant while the nighthawks drag raced with the cops!

poem by Jerome Moore
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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