Perfidy

They said to me blood is thicker than water

Heavily booted and saluted, but refuse to be muted, they gather.

They batter that confrontation with melted concrete, beat

The street and wiped their boots shiny with

Crusted blood, scatter that tear gas matters

When it comes to matters of my mothers lexicon

Her tongue asphyxiates my throat and swirls

Like a phenomenon around my tongue. My father’s

Tongue lashes against my vocal cords and accords

Me an accent. But you are like a virus to my nervous system

Infected but I cannot blame them.

This is pain in the abyss of my colon

Against those walls a different kind of hunger exists.

Exits like shit, but that is not reflective of what we eat

That’s not what grows my feet

Or makes me sleep or keeps my weeps.

Its that our dreams are streaming down in floods of mudded illusion