Land the Plane

Imma try real hard to explain the new job. Ride along and escorted to an old friend for an older friend and when did I land the plane even? Detroit I guess I'm coming but me and Ypsi parted ways when Travis trembled over my back with his vibrating hand machines. Nah man, someone said. That back was bought and sold. Indeed. I surprised myself with a briefcase of hundreds, a new car, and the company of finally, business men. Connections everywhere. I'm a homeowner. I'm pansexual. Ask Sam about Sue. Ask anyone. We're hosting burlesque and going to breakfast after Big Fredia. I was Wonder Woman for Halloween. Next year, Riker. Seducing a woman who looks like Elvis and a man who cums when I whisper assertively. Tomorrow. The other artist and gardner. We worked shit out. We are of the same collective. Sexy Lex. Rasta D. Bigguns. Baby D and a shot of vodka. My crazy babies underneath the lights and lock down of hotel nights hustling. I could love him. He knows. He knows all of it. I owe Othello my life so many ties and times.