11:11 PM on 2nd Street

By Marquavious Moore

It’s just a room. It’s just a line. 

I’m just a hoe. 

Dip my pinky in my cup to clear my nose.

You know how it goes 

when the caps 

go woah

and I’m calling dis hoe crazy. 

Bout to pop a telly,

Hit my celly. 

The Dussé hitcha belly?

Tell me,

you fucking with the drip 

or nah? 

Blaze me. 

Roll up 

on this cerebral trip daily

Hazy- 

Daisy picking in my mind 

as it chase me..

the high that I got when I 

was basically a baby. 

Damn… it’s 5:33.