Blue’s big pajama party (1999): 

My first name worthless, last name nigger 

 

It is engraved on the bullet that is to spiral into my strong and sturdy back 

 

(A bird summers salts from my hand and all care is released)

 

I’ll bite the whip and throw the sack on to the dirt 

 

I’m never going to know what’s it like to have ignorance while walking the streets

 

Let the bourbon burn the impurities that lie in the kidneys

 

Stab the thoughts that lie within him with the ballpoint pen

 

Red American made Egyptian architecture build inside the once pink lungs, 

 

killing every bit of stress he breathes in

 

And hieroglyphs seep in 

 

while the child drowns in the deep end of his Nile

 

At that point he’s yelling at the television,

 

watching a man and a paper blue dog on channel 43

 

The child is nothing, the child was Zen 

Until his mind travels west 

 

Then he is one with Wilde, heavens outcasts, The Prince of Peace, the tramp at peace, and the curious rabbit loving blonde child 

 

This worlds spins too fast

 

and I’m goo-goo dizzy 

 

Up the girl goes into his drawn - drunken nostalgic brown nectar haze 

 

and looks back in the days of 13 inch flashing tubes

 

Mother hated it when her baby was hypnotized and wanted him to go outside

 

But she loved the animated lies 

 

that told truths

 

My first name worthless

 

last name nigger

 

The shitty signature is cursive-ed on the noose