Runner of things
groomed in exquisite and diamond rings,
an unknown king, conscious to the live
returning to the scene of the crime
unknowledgeable to the sign -
known only to him, the reason
in style still
within or outta season.
a cushion flower
that used to be walled,
Soul Train Line
at the heed of friends and ladies' calls.
posted at the place
female queen feeding fish & shrimp, cutting up steak
eyes shadely hidden
glock visibly seen at waist screen,
wonders why he'd return to the scene
of a lost spleen-
only known to the unknown king
stuck in tune with such, this environment
dealing & wheeling 'til death
continuing the reign.