"Tyre and I Know These Bodies Are Uncomfortable"

I sit in the passenger’s seat

like Huey P. Newton

with a loaded shotgun

for a mind

for a mind

I don’t mind small talk

about visions

armed dreams

blues of the people—

we are motivated

by a Higher Purpose

Tupac’s Staring Through

My Rearview feels

like Gospel music

in our souls

You know life

begins after this

world, right?

Chaos smokes

cigarettes outside

flicking His deadly

ashes beneath scarred

moonlight swerving

through traffic

aiming to liberate

our souls

from these

uncomfortable

bodies