DJ Screw’s H-Town Drizzle

For Jorge Santos

“Wuzz up baby?” he oozes,
codeine sweat
drizzling over this
D.I.Y. Cassandra
who composes 3rd Coast
jeremiads on concrete
bayous at 33 1/3 rpm.
The purple drank sky
gloops down
over hot-crotch
pilgrims rolling up
& his cabal of B-movie
Satans marinate
into scary fucks,
their dump-truck
resonators shaking
the dopamine outta
our skulls.