Half an Hour with Cleetus

Behold the man.

Skin black as burnt
leather, a rusted comb

set in a balding afro
almost like an ant farm

with a few hairs 
left twitching
just to cheer his
next step or study--

his underscored Bible,
blood read,
feathered and bent
from the sun,
each dog eared
corner marked with

designs.  

"Hey, hey, you know
about the Acts of the Apostles,
you know those motherfuckers
walking by us have 9millimeters,
you know I got Medicaid but I know
Zionists use it so I like the local clinic,
I see the manager in the store
and he's on retail he don't answer
to Allah or anything he don't answer
my questions about a food stamp,
he don't answer me about them
things.  It's fine though cause I
got the Word and I'm gonna be fine
fine a place of my own yo!!  I used
to take lithium but it had poison
and I don't need that I need God
my mouth gets sweaty, careful,
look behind you!  Those
motherfuckers have 9millimeters!
Hey you know about the
Acts of the Apostles?!"

I don't blame anyone.