don;t got no

poetry in my pocket

words take form

capsized

speed rocket

jump the gun

full loaded jacket

subtle down

the bass

needle mark

scratch it

crackle the vinyl

while the sidewalk

tells a story

concrete greys

my ink blotz

off homicide corpse

stray thoughts

left to rot

no room

for a grave

shell it out

hollow

dug deeper in

engraved

the last mark

on the headstone

here lies

RAGE

r.i.p