Great Expectorations 

I came to this city first in the second grade 

this city of smoking hot juicy dripping black

men and women and rare red meat but then

I got here and the school field trip 

was to a closed slaughterhouse with a polite 

white tour 

guide.

Well, hell: some things you heard about end

or get kicked to the city limits like a dirty ball

that used to be pink; now everything pink 

sleeps sweet

suburban. 

Be careful; what you couldn’t wait for gone sour -

3AM jazz turned to PTA jizz 

- you got to spit that shit right       OUT.