The day I became “baby”
March 6, 2005
iranian.com
The
day I became “baby.”
It was a pre-pubescent spring sunrise in early February and I
had a visitor.
Mom had never quite seen her so close. We had came home in the
middle of one of those Friday nights and
Saturday morning
Plaid and 2 layers of feathers kept the addiction snuggled
tight underneath the sheets until time for brand names.
I wanted to go away somewhere blue and gray, where tropicalities
and pacifics don’t matter, somewhere where the French quarter
alley ways,
..................................................Dim smoked saloons
and bourbon
..................................................Jazz
Compelled you to ........smoke freshly
clipped Cuban Cigars
Couldn’t be the only thing keeping you from congesting
your cool.
I fought clear the thought and a bandit said: “you
will love me
..................................................................You
will love me
.............................////////////////.................You
will love me”
And she came out .......towel
overlaying the very Algerian roots to which I’d
hung my
Brash hip hop Bass for -- the day I became “baby.”
Some things don’t need a soul. It was settled. February 5th, 2005
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