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"You wanna see a dead body?"

Facetious, Cyrus takes an Olympian toke,
Wide-eyed, picking skeptically
At that scaborous memory.

"You a fool."

He hisses a fugivitive wisp,
Snickers and squeaks,
"Sans dope-game, Marcellus lethally sealt."

A start, a cough, stammers Cyrus,
"Da, da, da bo' Drama?"

Wrinkles quizzical Ikey in response,
"Damn, dat memory endangers dopamine."

Spent, the sage's billow dissipates in a swell of laughter.

Sunken deep, vision blurs
bobbing simpering moon slightly,
Few stars gasp their luster,
Lasting famished.

Desperate squall sprung through alleys narrow,
assail sirens seranading no Odysseus, wails subsiding,
24-7 crackles the grid
Engorged with niggas grindin'.

II
"I sell moonbeam epiphanies,"
Said sifted through a cackle,
Cyrus fidgets ashy.

The winter makes one ashy,
knuckles, knees, elbows ashy,

Hobnobbin' with scoundrels.
The floundering philanthropist sighs.
While misanthropic that drained teen,
Decked in second hands, tube socks strangling slightly,
Brain straining sound waves pulsating,
Slinks through back aves on the humble.

His little brother, that lisping gimp,
subterranean, seething dormant with all those sibilant sayings,
shrieks in his theater.

III
Others are plucky,
Brimming infectious with pep,
Like the don in his dominion,
Headin' uptown in Uptowns,
Retrograde, rockin the Gumby,
Here stumbles Mr. Mumbles
Feenin' insurgent, lured into his tentacles,
The venom surges.

"Dats swagger, baby"

Breaks in Ikey, dome shorn and stepped,
Smoldering standard relinquished,
Cyrus words "Word" in smoke rings,
Talon-clenched ember glows.
Chain shinin' all colors on some coral reef...
Cyrus gloms together the scenes transpired:
Sloppy seconds, battle royale in the rumbleshack, a tiff or two,
Swills a swig of his patron saint and gurgles,
"It's all gravy."