lotto
Red H. Gill
let’s enlighten
watch this bottle catch some lightening
you win the lotto, when i’m writing
when i invite in, my head & heart’ll, fight & make up
the only logical cause to smear your make up
so here, i’ll take up, your moments
an exit going, potentially where your legs are going
or at least your pulse, your gulps
& often elusive dreams and hopes
convene then careen into miracles
effortlessly lyrical, to drive you hysterical
by changing the narrative
when living comparatively, like oh boy here he go
foreshadowing dinner convo, when marrying me
you’re only in a thong though
in my arms though, there’s no other way to carry a queen
clearly you’re stronger
i’m only appearing to be
kneeling like a curtsy, at your mercy
peering at you thirsty
wearing your ring; or mirror things
you heard when conversing, with your patriarch
nursing on your matriarch
if you pinch me, just don’t wake me up
make me a, drink, & sit with me
roll us a L, we’ll get lifted
regifting, the shift when mercury’s retrograding
like Nina sanging
don’t let me be misunderstood, when i’m explaining
that we’re good, ever since you came in
& understood, my palms, they’re famous
in my arms, your aim is, full of amens
hallelujahs, asa lama lakums
as i ask my mama to wake up
to thank her, for being my anchor
lotto
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