HAWK WRITER
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
Me & M’ Bulletproof Vest
DAT AINT NO CONDOM
gonna be wavin’
gots M’ Designer Shades up
gots M’ Kicks
got M’ 22 —
M’ Flo Pen
hawk dem Ghetto Birds
NO HALF STEPPIN
Me & M’ Bulletproof Threads
gonna be struttin’ wid M’ Pilot
gonna put up M’ Burner
bomb M’ Tag
I’M ALL CITY
We need a glossary for the uninitiated for this poem. Fortunately I have a translator close to home.
Thanks Hunter, but why won’t you let me put radiating silver star lines on the dinky red smiley face on that rock in Barrington? Damn, have I given myself away?