“Kendrick Had a Dream”
“Martin had a dream. Martin had a dream. Kendrick had a dream.”- Backseat Freestyles/ good kid, m.A.A.d city
- Kendrick Lamar floats above cityscape,
alight with flaming angel wings.
Flying or falling, he cannot tell. He
wakes in a stupor, his eyes bright as forgotten Heavens.
- Kendrick Lamar unzips his pants, and
the Eifel Tower springs from between the zippers.
He proceeds to fuck the world for 72 hours.
- Kendrick Lamar stands naked in front of his class.
He is in high school chemistry class, and his Eifel
Tower is now just a normal phallus. Someone
laughs. Someone shouts, “Bitch, don’t kill my vibe!”
- A giant eagle with the face of
School Boy Q chases Kendrick Lamar
through the desert, his legs thin as chopsticks.
As he pushes harder, the Eagle draws closer,
his claws familiar as Compton.
- Kendrick Lamar misses a flight to Berlin,
for he lies in a box,
a cedar box buried six feet under the ground, his body
contorting with rage and fear. His head banging
against the top of the box
as he wonders whether he might escape.
He will not escape, not until he wakes
in mid-afternoon, his bed wet
with hangover sweat,
his back still dripping as if he just climbed from a pool full of liquor,
as if only just yesterday
he woke for the first time.
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