redlightyear

a 365-day poetry project

March 18 2013 (156)

hustle 

"HUSTLE!" he screamed

he always screamed
when he wasn’t screaming he was scheming
when he wasn’t scheming he was slouching
when he wasn’t slouching he was screaming

poor bastard nearly drank himself to death
and that same night beat his woman
(like in a fight you know so she never told nobody)
bruises on her face like unwashed paint

we shared a similar embarrassment, she and I:
a human disheartened, let down.
let down by his poor society of beings 
raise a hand and a closed fist to beat a wife

eye contact, imagine that, after something like that
contact with our eyes and she was worried and I was worried.
where’s humanity? not by my side today. 
hustle and grab the “paint shit” he asked for.

I’ll quit this job, someday
when I don’t need the money
when the cops arrive
when I’m thinking of a prayer

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