Manteca

I’ll never go back to Georgia (says Dizzy)

The drums are breaking my cochleas

Echoing through my skull

A distraction from seachd deug years of memories

chained together with links of hopelessness, destruction of self

a bonded personality darting from room to room in search of solace.

Afro-Cuban jazz bleaching my conscious

Timing is off, it’s odd, it’s unavoidable

Of all the places to be

to be here

today

November 18

MMXXIII

Allow Dizzy to reverberate through my innards

Bouncing like a pinball

Waking up memories

Always perplexed

Animosity

aCCEPTANCE

Written November 18, 2023 - Atlanta