Roached out
To endure the work.
Gulfcoast hood;
Coochie poppin’ days
Before the twerk.
Stan
the Man,
East Biloxi – born & bred –
Like
Sensei splinter;
My mentor, and more dawg
In
his genetics
Than the grit on two legs.
He
slid that dirty truck
Up
to those kitten heels,
Striding
down the track
Like
candy-painted confident wheels.
“Do you know her?” my pale face &
glazed eyes asked.
He
gave me a look
Like
I gotta learn this white-boy up,
It's
my task.
He
said,
“Pussy ain’t nothing
but 10-to-12 dollars;
So, you know, I got’s to holla.”
