*Rick Ross Grunt*

1. luxury cars in the hood.

luxury love in the hood.

pick         out of two humble fists & find

whatever treasure awaits

2. I found luxury in the Himalayas

when he tilted my hand 

like a mirror to the sun.

said my triangles were never-ending

& my will—done.

3. she—whom he belonged to—spilled

out a verity, a smile & a nod.

we call her silence

confirmation. alert or alarm?

4. red lights & black mannequins fill maraj.

fists of gold 

bottles fill up our egoes & my heart 

beats in my ears. luxury.

we paid $10 to get into heaven

& I chose to find how we’re worn—

5. shit.

6. luxury, luxury, luxury