In
Front
of
Locked Doors
Bobby John Press
Poetic Libretto
Marvinlouis
It's
brains
had
be-
come
black-
top
it's
blood
stained
after
put-
ting
it's
dead body
in-
to
black
trash
bag
i
mourned
my-
evil-
self
for
thin-
kin
i
should
have
ta-
ken
a
picture
so
sorry
little
kitty
please
have
pitty
on
this
thing
called
me
for
acting
as if
i
didnt
care
what
a
ter-
rible
thing
it
would
be if
i
was
like
you
you
was
like
me
even
i
can't
see
through
yo
eyes
not
even
me
can
breathe
the
way
that
you
do
my
heart
can't
beat
the
way
urs
does
who
is
me
who
is
you
i
can't
say
There
was
two
fights
on
this
street
where
i now
re-
side
wasn't
in either
fight
but
be-
tween
them
who
got
cut
who
was
left
bleedin
what
seeds
have
been
plan-
ted
in
whose
brains
whose
mind
has
been
blown
who
else
saw
what
was
truely
seen
by
trees
felt
by
roots
be-
neath
soles
of
feet
Did
you
know
be-
tween
where
it
was
where
it's
hard
ta see
where
it
will
be
is
like
a
moon
pre-
ten-
din
to be
the
sun
finger
prints
on toes
a
drunk
little
baby
laughing
at
a
bloody nose
it's
like
warm
rain
rising
up
from
the
ground
like
wet
socks
on
tired
feet
it's like
hell on
earth
in
skin
One
Last
thing
before
i get
lost
in
this
poetic
mad-
ness
when
you
let
go of
yo
body
don't
be afraid
of what
you
no
longer feel
be-
cause
without
dark-
ness
there is
no light
His mind
has already
been
str-
ung
he’s
almost
dead now
said
the
Muse
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