Breaking Cupid (Part II) one year later… he broke, the wrong way

the process started after his sentence

forced to squat and cough and part his wings

pride piercing his Achilles

disgust became a crutch

paid ten bucks for a tattoo

now he rocks no trust on his neck

made the ink by melting down a chess piece

(the black queen of course)

an inkling of un-healing

fake snowflake frozen tear ducts

if he ever sees love again

he’ll duct tape, torture, and water board it

“ooh you cold,” mutters the broken heater

but you can always steal a heart

and run away into the night with it

lil’ ice cube stupid cute cupid

identities get kidnapped here frequently

so he acts Mafioso

resembling the animated baby from Roger Rabbit

but he’s not a good actor

the walls remind him about himself every evening at sundown

no filters here

like the cigarettes stupid-screwed-up-cute-cupid

rolls his hope away in

“lung cancer will kill him before his sentence ends”

declares the smoke evaporating like sanity

he’s a rider not a writer

so he swerves outside the margin

the flipside of a fence consequence

says, he’ll never beg for pardon again

and if they bury him in a chain-gang ashtray

he’ll swoop out the soot like a Phoenix

RedRuM-DumbDumb-RedRuM

and plummet to his death like Kid Icarus

“your wings are gone fool”

chimes the cornerstone in the cell block

prison is a wax museum of misery

keeping each other company

the mind your business kind

men melt inside their cells in the summer

a dormitory of port-a-potty’s

he’s not an artist either

but he’s coerced to draw a scratch line after he gets tried

and ends up doing 120 days in the hole

for stabbing an asshole who constantly spoke about family

but he cried when he read ‘The Notebook’

he tried twice during that time

to take his life somewhere else beyond his cell

but the scars on his arm are racetracks of failed attempts

RedRum-DumbDumb-RedRum

the concrete holds contempt

you’re not even a slum dog

you’re a mutt

P.E.T.A wouldn’t save you

but this is America

where they abort babies and adopt puppies

so your money is going to need a few commas to avoid drama

what, you didn’t know freedom was an “F” word

like Family, Funeral, and Friends

“fuck kid, they keep you in a box ‘cause you gifted”

murmurs a window with no point of view

not sure anymore if he’s been to Hell or still in it

ooh-ice-cube-cute-stupid-screwed-up-cupid

your brain’s in a stage of adolescence

under the age of 25 but sentenced as an adult

for a mistake that wasn’t premeditated

how you got the same time a terrorist got?

talks his thoughts

as he plays handball in a cage with his imagination

Heaven is lacking his attendance

but he’s never skipped a second of his time

so he conversates with sheets and razor blades

about finding a better way

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pain is his refrain

an incarcerated notification that ♪ love don’t live here anymore ♪

so he picks his teeth with the second hand of a broken clock

his way of eating minutes instead of picking a lock

to think a year ago, his attitude was carnival

now he doesn’t play anymore like Capernick

the real Doctor Phil kind of feel

died when he got denied-denied-denied-denied

now he’d jump out any innuendo if he could

to avoid looking like that creepy lil’ baby from ‘Passion of the Christ’

‘cause love shouldn’t look like that

as he peeps his picture in a Valentine’s card

back when his feathers were snow soft

and his eyes were warm

now he wants to cry but that’s weakness in police precincts

so he wets his pillow not his diaper

when his eyes demand refills

then wakes up, forgetting how a child plays

so he runs around like Chucky

with a jailhouse arrow like a machete to prove that he’s ready for whatever

RedRum-DumbDumb-RedRum

being clever won’t get you out your coffin

besides, your Valentine’s box of chocolates is Forrest Gump

a metaphor for the life you were given

or for all the different shades of brown sitting in a box

but you can still be a sweetheart

even though love don’t love you

you might even be able to sweep up pieces of your heart

but you can’t recycle time, only crime

RedRum-DumbDumb-RedRum

you know she’s gone right

so you don’t have to be strong

you just have to hold on

ooh-lil’-ice-cube-cute-stupid-screwed-up-cupid

you still miss her with your fragile achy-breaky-heart

all you gotta do is sing along though

‘cause there’s no love to this Country’s song

no matter how cute and young you think you are