taking seriously the admonition

WORDPLAY NOT GUNPLAY

posted onto telephone poles by waifish undergraduates the town disarmed and vocabulary ambled into the

“where were you on that hot and cold summer
where were you on that hot and cold summer
night?” -j.h.

summer night like spindly-legged girls down off the porch onto the supine sidewalks.

signifyin flourished in born-again passion:

iron is iron steel don’t rust
yo woman got a ass like a greyhound bus,

yes well

i aint one throw no stones
yo woman cook nuthin but chitlins
and neck-bones

an laughter running in gangs from the post-game basketball players with long hands and long fingers like resting armies.

Course then there was the drive-by poetry slam claimin innocent victims

KKKKRRRGGGHHH! Where was you when bad-
ass was a 40 in a paper bag and night flow
like syrup and streets was for
living not
dying?

and slangy recitals of othello in bradford park on friday night.

the town went five hunnert 15 days with no bullets till some dumb bastard lit into another dumb bastard’s mother with a dangling participle an a band pun an

that was that.