i try to mean it when i smile
Murderers dressed in sunday’s best
commit thought-crimes inspired by divine bureaucrats
while obscure patterns radiate from an overdose on reality.
I try to mean it when I smile.
Mourners sing of hidden worlds
while haters wait for semi-inspired romantics
to write of automobiles and forgotten affairs.
I try to mean it when I smile.
Teachers sit in bombed out basements
getting stoned with future diplomats
sobbing of boredom while phones ring in faraway shacks.
I try to mean it when I smile.
the n word
I am so Fucking Sick of hearing the N word.
Niggers,
Said the white man.
Get these goddamn Niggers out of my store.
Niggers, said the red man.
All these gang bangers running around where I live.
Niggers, said the black man.
Whatsup niggers? This shit is hot.
What the hell does Nigger Even Mean?
Theres an N -
Nothing? No one? No Hope?
Theres an I
As in me? Or impossible?
2 G’s
Get Lost, Get Out
E is for everything you know, and everyone you’ve lied to.
R is for rape.
Just Rape.
King Never Said Niggers.
He said the negro race, he dreamed dreams of the Negro Race
Malcom Never Said Niggers.
Black man in the street says nigger,
White man in the street says nigger,
Spanish man in the street says nigger.
Seems everyone’s saying it these days -
What would King say?
Nothing, cause he was shot.
What would X say?
Nothing, cause he was shot.
What would I say?
Nothing. Cause I don’t want to get shot.
i once knew a tiger
It builds character,
So they say.
Why is it that everything that builds character for me,
Makes things easier for you?
Taking out the trash builds character,
Washing the dishes builds character,
Making all the beds builds character.
I’ve got character,
I’m funny, loud, and obnoxious.
You always tell me to quiet down.
“Shut up,” you say when no one is around.
And when you’re around your friends,
I’m “quite the character.”
“Always moving about, that one.”
I’ve got character.
You’re old and boring,
Maybe you need to build some character.
visions of my savior
I dreamed I saw the grim reaper sitting on my windowsill
When I awoke one Monday morning feeling very ill
Good day I said how do you do can I please get you a drink
I’ve got chai tea perhaps earl gray some lemon zing I think
He said no thank you kind sir I cannot stop for tea
I’ve got a job I’ve got to do and with that he looked at me
I dreamed I saw jack the ripper sitting on my bedroom floor
Late one Tuesday afternoon when I opened up the door
I was taken aback a little bit but still I stood my ground
I said of all the places you could be why is it here you’re found
He said to me with a voice so sweet with heavy layers of bass
I’ve got a thing or two to do and he looked me in the face
I dreamed I saw a heavenly angel hiding in the boiler room
Very late on Wednesday night choking on the fumes
I asked him what his business was and if he needed me
And he replied in a heavenly sigh full of certainty
My man I am hiding and with that he hung is head
For there are those among you that would wish me dead
election day re-runs
What have you done to me?
Waking up early-
Running in the cold to catch the bus,
These are not things I do.
Eleven-thirty-five:
I missed my wish time.
I wish I was there already-
I wish it wasn’t so cold-
I wish my lungs didn’t (still) burn-
I wish gargoyles were free-
I wish vampires were friendly-
I wish I could fly & spit fire & save the world.
I guess
In the end, a man is not defined by what he wants
But what he’s willing to do to get it.
