Conscious
October 4, 2009
Salaamun ‘alaykum
How’s it going?
Such a long time. So much has taken place. Writing is strange. The Sussist is estranged. I don’t even know if I’m still a Sussist. Like switching the bedroom lights on.
L O L
I’m new. I remember a Sussist’s hat. A Sussist’s walk. A Sussist’s energy. Such a wonderful story. Beautiful writings.
I shout out: Uh. I no longer hear echos.
Mother bird shot as she feeds her chicks in her nest.
There was a time I’d speak before I moved my tongue.
Downstairs.
Look; I can still rhyme. Whine. FINE.
Me. Tea.
Pink thorn.
