Rojonekku

Sunday, February 28

used copy of Fanon's The
Wretched of The Earth at age
sixteen did wonders for me

you can take the boy out of
the country, but his simple
ass was still born in Farmville

dwelling happily in the
shadows of southern gothic
futurism, yes yes y'all

the way this culture has been
built, we're all replaceable;
practice embezzling hours back

always remember to lounge -
ain't shit you really got to
do but survive each damned day

old soul goat mentalities
run head first into modern
world's existential bullshit

navigated the southside
Virginia mine fields; somehow,
still in one fragmented peace

satin flags with silk fringe ain't
for the wretched; most of us
born half-doomed and one-third dead