Blood Perfect


I’ll tell you cement when you want sand.
And those crooked lines, I’ll make straight

and line up that whole path to direct you to me.
You are from the shrillery but you are living in my arteries.


Free is what I find because it is what I have created for myself.
It is good. For both of us.

Downtown, along the street veins,
I could cell,

to heal your wounds.
And uptown, you’d be okay to create and find yourself.
It is good. For both of us.
And for a little while, you will.

And then, meeting center town

will blow our drawn mustaches off.