R Train Melody

Ethiopians and
Skanky hot teens,
Middle america
And a couple germans too

Its 11:00pm, and people are feeling groovy
We need you to know
This city is a damn movie.

They said we’re going all the way downtown…
Guess what…?

We going all the way downtown.
No express stops,
We finish at the tops
But life is good,
This is my old hood.

I run this city,
Like it was oldtown.
So get yet hands up and praise it up loud
Get your shit off, like its the ole boogie down.
This is for us, so don’t you frown.

Don’t forget, Booklyn is Kings
So come on back,
And let’s reminisce.

Revelation

But,
I thought…

Really?

Damn.

So when I said…
And when you…
When we… together,
It was,…. not?
Shit.
I am an idiot.

Thanks for heads up.
And don’t worry,
I will most definitely do it again.
It’s why we’re here after all.

Now leave.

The NYC done gone fishin’

Summer…
August…
Hot….
So god damn hot!

But really man,
it’s hot.

Everyone walks
Slower.
Sweating,
Greasy and
Moist.
What mattered so much before
Don’t much matter at all.

Softees’ chocolate cones
Sludges into semisolid masses of lukewarm hot cocoa.

Yeah… its pretty damn warm.

But still,
Under the oppressive sun
Repressed appetites come alive:
Daisy Dukes and
Tight muscle tees
Sundresses-
Oh yes, the sundresses are out….

Everyone’s lookin’
and everyone is struttin’
Because,
Even in this heat
A little closeness
is still welcome…
Extremely welcome.
-later,
of course…
When the sun sets,
and the city cools down
as the night heats up.

Gimme Gimme

I want it all
Not just a slice
Gimme some
Of that starlight
It tastes so good
Gimme some of that
Beauty
It burns so cold

I turn my back
And
the ice cold fire
Is rock
The glittering starlight-
Just a busted LED display

You need me
Because I need you
What gives?
No,
Who gives?

UGLY

Painted faces
Painted skin
Pierced… everything
All in a race to be
Unique
Outside
Of the hipocracy of reverse conformity
There is something else
Something sinister
A celebration of
The anti
Of the mediocre
Looking up to “stars”
Even as we rip them down
There is a hatred
Of all things beautiful
And great.
True talent does not sell
True beauty is forced to peddle underwear and sex
the EVERYMAN is victorious
The angels  are not to be trusted.

Serendipity

When you’ve just lost a burger
You find a Kobe beef hot dog…
Which is cool,
Because you like hot dogs much better-
And besides,
they’re much more funner.
Great, whirling, nonstop roller coaster some call life…
Call it what you will-
But its always interesting.
Always.
So,
Shall we dance?

Phoenix

No
It ain’t in Arizona
And no,
It ain’t no mythic bird
It is
Faith-
In the plan.
Faith-
In the moment.
Faith-
In inevitability,
And faith in in the soul.

Just when you think
There is nothing to do
But sit on your hands
And drink another brew,
She arrives
With gold in her hair.
She comforts you-
But not with a  “there-there”.
She lights a fire
Deep in your gut
She’ll sound the choir
And drop salt on that cut.

“YOU’RE ALIVE GODDAMN YOU, SO GET OFF THE FLOOR,
STEP RIGHT BACK IN AND GET KNOCKED ‘ROUND S’MORE!”

So you get to your feet as she kisses your cheek.
You pop your collar and start feeling not so weak.

MIDDLE PASSAGE 2000

Stank.
Of the NEW fu lai,
cocoa butter
and roast pork buns.

To or from the mines,
don’t really matter
Its that ole 400 year bullshit
We never escaped.

Of course we did not lose it,
Because-
We ran to it.
We embraced it.
We continue to reach for it,
Whatever it is.

From the jungle’s green
To the green trap,
We have forgotten the blessedness of paradise,
and now grasp desperately
at
the threads of emptiness
and doubt
and
loneliness
and fear.
Fear that what we need
Is not already here.

Where are the drums?
And where are our prophets?
Where are our wise elders?
Have they been led astray?
Do they pimp the wisdom of soul
For fame and ice?

It is time to forsake
What has come to pass.
Build anew
But
Build true.