Rumors said Tupac would rise three days / after the fourth to spite the holiday. / He’d push his thorns through cracked cement / 

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he / consorts with Five-O, who sets speed traps, branding / hot tickets at lunchtime; he chats under fumes with fire- / men who siren their way through the pallid smoke in / his apartment complex; he knows that the green Lexus / sitting on 22s belongs to recalcitrant butthole living / off burnt out mom in apartment 2B, who gives her son / all her pocket change, living in her big guilt.