Stevie D in memoriam, Memory, and spoken word

Mondo Humunculero

Every day doom

I feel the deaths again

We all seem dying

We all deny it,

The weather clouds you,

The drought continues

The idiots ignore it

They keep moving here

They keep ignoring while they

Live in the midst,

No poets keep rapping

Wrapping up poor rhetoric

With no podic feet and

Shit rhymes

Lousy pork fuck crimes

Dead kids shot dead,

Too many killing themselves.

Yes, life remains painful

Living seems a grievous heart

So full.

So full of the best of us,

So well remembered

The recanting dismembered in the embers

Platitudes disingenuous,

Your heroes all dead,

A wont of more leaves us trembling,

The power of foolishness and poor taste

So many moments wasted

Too many good things phased out

Too much winds up crazed,

Glazed over in turbulent misconceptions,

Every day doomsday,

Still it winds up useless to pray,

You will all pay with your mortality

Playing with your day by day lethal realities…

Just another icon of death.

TWO

And I knew you and you dreamed of me

And you with all we rose up

Pulling it out and up

And up

I was living it with you,

We went everywhere doing everything

Never leaving the holographic living room

Inviting it to grow and bloom

Expanding and grooming

Ignoring the patent gloomy dissing,

Embracing and staying apart,

The thousands of moments

Shared

You say we stay forever

In these moments

I seem so not an adequate scapegoat…

And we love each other,

Loving each other,

Appreciating

In your wordage,

Articulating…

2021mhumunculero

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