Gang Theory

Vintage Words


Colors worn proudly, boasting

affiliation, is for the neighborhood

to know which streets are protected

by the gang, the crew, the brotherhood.


He waltzed in like a cool thrill
fresh out of slam, ready for anybody

to raid and ride. Glamorous, at first,

fine to walk beside, but anger

is not the courtier's bow you want

aimed at your life. Here, love

dies hard.

You walked away, afraid or not sure

that love or time was possible, under these

dark stars, these vows of lifelong brotherhood,
of death or dares.

Now, no phone can be answered,
you can not be at home, or breathe,

or live until he errs and goes up

for becoming a taker of life or over

doses in the alley behind the corner







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