and the kindness
 
of others is appreciated
 
on the open and
 
black markets     since
 
both are close-by the
 
spot we get lotto
 
tickets and little bags
 
of that good
 
    “good good”
 
 
cop cursing
 
and camera time are important
 
modules to a hurting
 
block and one crying
 
mother    full of gasps and
 
red-eyes by what
 
     blood    ruins
 
 when it black tops or
 
       top soils
 
 
under a son
 
with a broken-mom now replaying
 
those sunday school lessons
 
while those men in suits comfort
 
the cameras using quotes
 
    all fire-branding and harsh
 
words    half thoughts and
 
dead   lines     media will turn into
 
spins
 
 
 
mom will cry and claw away at money to upturn dirt
 
place him in easter sunday shoes that shine in dirt
 
 
one day
 
a graphic tee
 
an info-graphic
 
& a graphite sign
 
 
will media his name
 
into spins
 
 
amidst covers,
 
coverings,  cough
 
and the heavy costs
 
of molotovs burning
 
cardboards over
 
patrol cars