Gutlessly gated,
far away from a race they’ve relentlessly ducked and evaded,
they orchestrate their systemic demise under the ghastly guise
they’re simply “just living out their lives”—
having every luxury afforded, including not being inconvenienced by the guilt
of looking their generations dead in the eye
to lie 
when telling them they honorably “made it.”
Despite despicable ways,
I curse them not.
For, a routine taunting view, alongside Love Field's 737 roar overhead, accompanies my nightly, “Prescott Ave.” strolls.
And, to them, I've hid not 
my plot
to hostilely invade wifey, kids, fam, and friends into such gallingly guarded spaces.   
I desire so, not to suck white;
I do so to force black where 'twas so ferociously forsought.
Though I desire nothing of the nightly white lines, 
a life bearing a back of protruding reptilian spines, a mind frame so fixated on other pale Joneses where any progress they make sends my heart to pickle in The Sea of Brine,
or a household where “Eyes Wide Shut” principles stand dandy and fine, 
nothing of the sort will find comfort in my lot. 
I conspire and aspire to and will inhabit such a fine space
without engaging in soul rot.

From the Soul,

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“Mansion in Dallas (Poem)” is a piece from my upcoming published anthology, “Return from the Pale Trail: Gifts to Humanity We’ve Been Taught to Forget.” I’m ecstatic to share this wonderful piece of literature with all of my fellow literary enthusiast and to all the newcomers to the wide universe of literary art. I’ve been hard at work handcrafting this piece for 3 years because I wanted to push myself to provide my readers with the highest quality possible of a literary experience. Until its release, feel free to check out my other works. https://linktr.ee/tspbooks