#PoetryPlug: Scarlet Zombie Revolver

Written By: Andre' M. Waldon

better dead bolt the door..."

me?.

im a bandit.
son of a rebel tribes men.
child of a divergent blood line.
running free not wild.
controlled,yet untamed.
sticking dynamite in your safe houses.
bandanna tied around my mouth screaming
loosely conjugating words in street alleys.
-park foyers.
-auditorium stages.
-classrooms.
-on book pages.
-vestibules.

a lucid Dutchman.
dropping fata morganas on you buffones.
know the rules-but Know no rules.
only the law of the poem Giver.
rule of thumb sport
you cant run wid him,
its to tight with him.
the pressure is to d i e for.
catch me dressed in an outfit not fit for your comfortable appeal.
dressed to Killll
all false doctrines by soothsaying-peacockin'-fal

se locksmith-poem dipsticks!

YOU CANT RUN FROM THE RISING SUN DRAPED IN A SUIT OF POTENCY!
WOE IS HE-who-TO EVER CROSS THE..

b a n d i t o

bandanna tied around mouth-chin-throat.
make dichotomy look like the work of a cut-throat surgeon.
sticking shafts of dynamite in your safe houses.
tongue lacerating the air--while im screaming.
loosely conjugating words-fiercely-in street alleys.
-parks.
-foyers of gov't buildings in the dark // daylight.
-auditorium stages.
-classrooms.
-on book pages.
-mountain tops.
-in your daughter's bedroom.
-your son's garage.
YOU CANT HIDE FROM THE BARRAGE OF HIM!
potent-ly is him.
poetry be them.
fear them.
know them.

cause
we
will
be

knocking on your front door
with a message filled in a molotov cocktail
-saying-
we bring war and fireworks on a daily basis.
Better lock your attic and basement!
put biometric locks on your personal safes.
no need // When We Move its all safe-less.
soundless.

like a lucid Dutchman.
dropping a fata morgana on you buffones.
bump protocol we tamed the rules.
we follow the law of the only true poem Giver.
rule of thumb kid.

you-cant-run-wid-'em.

b a n d i t o
sling my ink for them.

i suggest you dont BANG wid em'.

(trust.)

"...it aint safe no more"-Tariq

so get busy.