laid biggie
like a snuggle commercial filmed at the good will
triple x and airbrushed
laid biggie
like the cover of life after death or brooklyn graffiti
worn for glory, but
the biggie tent was
trying for dying
two occasions
the first
best friends big birthday
show up to the nines with biggie
just to my thighs
bottle of wine and some hash besides
but i was so busy preparing party supplies
that he forgot me to eat and the tumbler of vodka
wasn't to happy about that
equally unhappy was the kitchen floor
who got to meet the vodka, well
they call it tumbler for a reason
biggie stared at linoleum
like a dog that knows what it did
but maintained the puffed
lower lip of indifference
the second
an early night, the eve of halloween
test in portuguese in the morning
shot of robitussin, two tylenol and
a heavy head to the pillow
ready for next morning mayhem
but what really happened
was i coughed myself awake
awake just enough to chug the open
container on my dresser like it's fucking water.
fell through the loose linoleum trying to climb
to some sense, a shower, anything but the morning
confusions of waking up to hallucinations
biggie smalls looked away as i tried
to pry him off my mostly water body
but stayed through to see
if he made me bomb portuguese
surely cursed
a west coast hex
i jumanjied that shit
and like the whitewash over brooklyn graffiti
stayed biggie
airbrushed and x x x
like the socks forgotten by a dryer sheet advertisement
awayed biggie
into the folds of a white cotton oblivion
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