It’s my comedy, the thing that you learn to acquire to defend yourself against the hard knocks and in turn allows me to feel empathy for the pain of others is what motivates me to aspire to revolutionary actions. But I am not a revolutionary. I’ve always been at heart a comedian.
Meteor Shower
Not just his will
Not just his body
the image of the black male is still being criminalized
the will of the black male is still being lynched
by laws designed to shackle their shine
by telecommunications designed to retard the mind
and contain them within boxes
and these boxes have bars
and the bars are made from too much doubt
—–
The black woman always too often misunderstood
by everyone it seems
their wisdom unplugged from the matrix
making us mis-educated;
eventually destining us to be
blunted on reality
and it’s falsies
But the faculties of tranzlator crews
study the legacies
of black magic woman
yearning to refugee from capfatalistic society
-dedicated from he to she(‘s) who struggle(s)
public transit #050913a
They were 2 individuals
A man and a woman
The man sat behind the woman
He tickled her ear
She resisted
He whispered in her ear
She resisted
He kissed her gently on the cheek
She smiled
They shared a laugh
And the 2 individuals
Became 1 again
public transit #050913
I chuckled to myself silently
As the 2 men
Squirmed and wriggled their necks
Trying in vain to a get a single glimpse
Of the young woman
With the sticky, caramel thighs
Contained within denim dukes
The Rainbow of Addiction
I still remember my first bag
The turquoise blue captured my sight
And the edges were frayed…
Badass
I sampled each pill separately
Appreciating eachs unique effect
But I soon learned
The best desired effect
Was tossin back a handful
Parts of my body decayed
And I cared….
But not enough to stop
Every coin I ever got
I donated right back to the habit
And when my family cut me off
I went into business for myself
Wasn’t long before I got caught
And took that long walk
They took dimes, nickels,
Every bag I had
A complex addiction
That all began with a single bag
Of skittles
N @ t I v e ꔉ ꖘ ꖦ ቃ ህ ⴺ ꕷ
The SLING-shot Effect
IT HAPPENS THE DAY AFTER
a magical moment
WHEN THE GRAVITY
of reality
SLAMS! YOU DOWN
to earth
AND THE MEMORIES
remind you
OF TWO DISTINCT REALITIES
of pre-bliss and present-hell
IT MAKES YOU NAUCIOUS
like did that day even exist?
WHAT KINDA SHIT IS THIS?!
the mystery of skitzo productivity
SNARLING AT MY PSYCHE
and my sensibility
TRIES TO REFRAIN ME
from an unnecessary
IMMATURE INFATUATION
this is the retarded bullshit
THAT YOUNG HEARTS BLEED
“but look on the bright side
LEAST YOU GOT GOOD SHIT TO WRITE”
says the mistress that sleeps next to me
SNUGGLED UP INSIDE MY HEAD
