Rihanna
of Russian roulette – as seen on CCTV
for insomniac inmates
of digital escapes>
in that edifice of despair
your grieving body rises
from a sweat-of-shadows
to show an attitude we cling to.
When the cylinder spins
your last love bullet
I’m like an old priest watching
Oversize sky footage:
From a lost interrogation
My prayers become curses
Encircling what stays
In hip-hop hopes,
Metaphysic so blue
Powder burn baby
We all will
Chill
In streets of red zones
Meshing whip-words on flesh
We wait to kiss remnants of
