The Next 1 Hour (A Blues Poem)

The next one hour, help me Lord!
I – the son of a woman – I commit…
I commit my rent money… my rent money… to a date!
French fries, strawberry lips, and all things Sunday-lovin’
Oh, Lord, heal my pockets!

The next one hour – I have my doubts
She ain’t calling… she ain’t texting
She should – my date, my rent money
Otherwise – I cancel, pay rent, else
send the money – upcountry – Gogo* smiles
Oh, Lord, my rent money – Jezebel’s daughter!

She really should fight for – my man – my rent money…. Oh!
Every minute or two, text, call
me – Bananas, sweet and small
Avocado – slip, slide into her belly, her heart
Simsim – crunchy, lips smacking good
Groundnuts – the bliss of hot afternoons
Oh, Lord – this delightful Delilah
Should fight for… should fight … really fight, Oh
for her date…
Oh, her sweet date… Oh, my rent money!

*Gogo: Grandma

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