bean pies and bow tiesA Poem by Shirlenascenario from a fictional bookit began with an air of oneness striking toward the eyes with unwavering concentration wheat drenched with dark kohl disposition fluidly working neck disciplined and finessed fingers swerving and fluttering as white birds flying stair step least what they resembled from certain vantage point his honeyed rhetoric survived the end of each sentence he was convinced I was buying in...had signed out…gone when the draw really was the chocolate of his eyes assumed him comfortable...slaying a pencil legged suit and bow tie (man sho' could profile) all that boo ga looed about my head speaking loudly repeated “aye cinderfella…talk about the word” while my only intentions of indulging in such a picturesque show is nut brown confection wrapped in cellophane at the hip of dapper Rameses and notions to dispose of rare curtness
thought bubble to the left...suspended high saying "brutha my brutha" is there a chance you will let me convert you now Mr. Clarion…may I
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