2 poems

albert jones by dog e relaford i have a friend his name is albert jones he isn’t real but i feel him in my bones albert is an outlaw and loves the human race he has beautiful thoughts and is kept in his place he walks down the street like a cloud in the sky no one says hello i wonder why bruce by genghis gilgamesh bruce was a guy who never found fame he never won but he played the game some knew him as smith some knew him as brown he was born on a bus but lived downtown his mama left him when he was just a child he did what they told him and never ran wild he was just a guy who never found fame he never won but he played the game