April 16, 2010

kiNg With Attitude

Some of you have come
from great trials and tribulations.
Since the last time you heard from me
I've lost some friends.

But I am still at it,
aftermath-matic.
Home of the drive-by's
and A.K.-matics.
Swap meets, sticky green
and bad traffic.

Some of you have come
from areas where your quest
for freedom,
has left you battered
by police brutality.

Fuck the police.

FUCK THE POLICE.

Go back to Mississippi,
Go back to Alabama,
Go back to CPT
(city of Compton)
Go back to the slums and ghettos
knowing the situation will change.

I'm sayin' this,
and I'm gonna get mine
and if you ain't down with Africans
in the United States,
if you ain't Down with
little black boys and little black girls
joining hands
with little white boys and little white girls
as brothers and sisters,
if you ain't DOWN
with the ones who suffer in South Africa,
and shit.

Then DEVIL!
you need to step your

redneck//white-bread//chickenshit//mother fucking// punk ass

to the side,
and let us brothers
join hands and sing,

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, Free at last!

January 20, 2010

whiskey ginger

a whiskey ginger is what i am
in love with,

southern drawl

tattooed

whiskey breath

ginger (dyed)

hazel eyed

ceramic sculptor of my arteries;

fall with me

into the urban forest

and lay your pale red lips on my cheek and whisper

loud enough to hear the vibrations

and understand the clouds

but soft enough to keep a secret

from the ever rumbling crowds.



she blow marijuana smoke rings
in our apartment made for one
even though i told her they didn’t like that here.
she knocked back shots of whiskey with her sips of coke,
i drank a beer at the end of the bar and was in love.

January 18, 2010

being alive

I quit my job on Wednesday
and
drove to Reno with my best friend
;

because

counting boxes
for inventory;

counting stoppers
in a warehouse;

counting grain
on a pallet;

is unbeingdead.

Three times in a row
picking the horse that came in dead last;

stuffing towels under the door of my 22nd floor
suite for two and smoking enough pot to get 3-5 in NV;

paying for the room with the hotel’s money
after walking up to the craps table with a 20;

comped drinks while gambling means
Irish coffee at 11am/11:30/12 then switching to Heineken;

snow angles beside a gas station in Tahoe
because two kids from Texas don’t see snow very often;

playing children's games // better than children
and winning a trash bag full of stuffed animals;

yes bar-b-q'ed pork ribs can get better
just deep fry them in a light batter.

is beingalive.