Standing at the crossroads
with skepticism plastered on my face
Approached a man ostensibly out of nowhere
That stink of brandy and cigar
He didn’t require a voice to speak
Entire exchanges in silence
But there was an awareness
A pact
Yes I lived a life of privilege
As I get closer to death I wonder about that peek
The diabolical fuck fest that I saw was gorgeous
I saw mayhem, nonpartisan turmoil
I frequently admire what life must be like in chaos
Ultimately, Legba will reap
Until then, I’ll enjoy an unrestrained spirit
John Putignano 