Ghetto-Rigged Gods : A Pinocchio Antidote
At ease
with my funny bone broken
teary eyed laughter
and lungs full of green smoke
a wooden boy
full of dead rot
and termites
cricket chirps
and beer cans, tall
emptied and crushed
myself
and the many like me
who daydream to sight see
wondering who our
creator might be
a punk ass Gepetto
or a god
ghetto-rigged
in man’s image
talking with the crickets
teaching this boy
to stop lying
and be real with himself
.
Stink Eye Magazine 