peace to julia, lookin for quarters in the corner floor of the liquor store.

Talking To The Sun

Peace to bunny's on the street who provide me 

with the pleasure of lighting their cigarette 

and asking them about the mud on the bottom of their boots...


Not sayin' that happened to me today, 

but the sky's are so gray, I feel the need to 

show my gratitude before it all ever happens

It's been almost a year now. Please don't rain on my Jazz,

 because I chose to keep the red pen I use to cross off all 

the days that have passed since that first winter.

 It adds sophistication to trying to remember...

I'm also curious if there will ever be a point 

where I forget to use it anymore

If it does, then I'll know how many days 

it took to get to my favorite part. The needle has been put to the groove, 

now it's time to wait and let the honey drip

What's with the curious eye? You're making me nervous because I don't have my best hat on. Did you see the hole in me that I hide behind cigarettes and coffee?

Oh, all the questions that I've rehearsed to answer. I've gotten standing ovations from ghosts who understand my monologue. They've been here ever since S/he stopped wondering.

The shoes are tied, and I haven't even put them on yet. I like them like that, so all I have to do is take that last step. And it's on. Ice Cream, for bent spoons block party when we see the moon and it's time for us to all to turn into vampires, who get weaker in the morning.

Broadway Danny Rose

slight disillusioned and mind trife institution teaching playground stars
what to think about mama and papa duke when they forget to cook dinner
after cocaine insane picture past frame and the best artists always color
outside the lines to define empty space so runaways won't feel like nothing
is truly what it is

who knows where time goes after 12 i do but no one will ever believe
me and what I saw when I crossed the thick red line that makes lovers
reconsider their new born children

i can't describe the jazz when it played and the money that was paid
to make this slow dance and the 20 mins in my room an act of survival

just talk to me like you know me and you understand my need to have
a soft blanket when i sleep

teach her something different so she won't think the blood dripping from
her wrists are a good reason to put on her favorite dress

sit like you mean it and have every intention to make yourself comfortable
as I wait for your reaction for how the 1st act ends

pump your clenched fist birthday boy to scare off maloks trying to tell
you how to use your spoon

She's Gotta Have It

blasphemy you yelled after you found out only ghosts can write in water
much to say but the cup still isn't empty enough for angels and demons to wander
slumber before i took the pill i figured love can only be found after the equals = sign
dark corners that don't have plugs for lamps, or phones to call her, or clocks reminding
you how everything is measured in 12
doze off to a point where the sun can shine, and her could smell good while she pulls her
panties down, and this blanket will still never come off
i can't see as good as I used to, favorite color is blue because it's only one I see as I'm about to drown then suddenly wake up to the needle off the groove
I got to put it back again before I forget how the song ends and loose the silk in my speak
or shoes on my feet as I'm running towards cities where they might notice something isn't
right with how I'm moving

The Impatient Years

Take time to unfold 

what's been thrown 

underneath your bed 

& willfully forgotten

Lost souls asking ghosts 

for directions being told to 

follow the reminders of jazz

matches don't last long enough 

when you're trying to relight reasons 

to play Ella
keep yourself at a distance 

whenever no home Molly 

          looks at empty spooons

king sized beds invaded by hipsters 

who found swallowed keys in untrashed 

alleys
compensate me no mind

   as i attempt 

to not look like every face 

on the street you've ever seen
       meet me at the drugstore with your humble intent (secretly) laced wit’ an appetite to see what see she looks like underneath
——- freckles on her backside 

inspire your next composition, 

      because of how much they 

remind you of the night you were distracted away from freaks because of how the constellation looked that night…

the comfortable silence that came along 

when you both took the time 

to take notice to someone introducing 

themselves on walls

a thousand words written with one pen 

could never express the color 

they expressed in one name

hookers caught off guard 

with questions about 

what they like on their cake or pie 

before they work for that pretty dress they saw on Haye
stutters in her tearful song of mama's favorite has her wishing that we both could just get down to business… 

as she feels the growing pains of getting closer to where she really wants to be
       she told me she didn't need my money, but asked me if she could keep the change.progress

Mo' Better Blues

singing with no intention but to have them all witness
some people just prefer fruit from a tree or cup with juice all up in it
to sip on nectar before it inspires the letter he's going to write
and who he's going to write it to to see if she knew he was letting
someone else's apples run down to his shirt seduced by gimmicks
no matter how neon obvious something just isn't following what
he's used to but don't blame him for needing to fulfill seeing color
in fire trying to do what other kids did with it somethings television
just can't give on july 4th it's hard to deny it when it's still within
your vision and all the silly questions asked how come the people
papa raised with him didn't seem distracted by people doing good
impressions of the black skin would be considered sin until addiction
10 more years for adding a little salt to the food on the devils favorites
from the kitchen where known victims of an apple a day cook their favorite
pie baked from crop picked by snakes that were thrown away by eve
simply because she's getting tired of waking up in the morning with no
recollection of her last bite


Word to Bleek Gilliam

Dirty Harry

... and I turn quickly at first reminder of how long her hair was
first time since first winter since that has happened
silly me to think it was approriate to take my coat off
i spot the first thing in blue mysterious and find all the ways to every meaningful nothing until it's safe again
for lovers who whored themselves to jazz and pissed together bonding
so many times after lighting cigarettes have i realized maybe i should have stayed asleep beside her to see if should really would of made those pancakes she promised
i'm still buzzing from the moment she scared me with her tatoos
figured out after 9th street that our skin are blankets and tatoos are incisions giving space to see the stars & holes black in our souls giving light as well as consuming it

Word to cowboys who hunt down men with no name

The Pope of Greenwich Village

i remember how warm the bread was when i reached the staircase that led to remembering everything
why can i dance better when i know i have an excuse to forget what you told on me in the middle of the 7th song
when's the next time lady luck's going to wear the red dress again, yes the red dress, the dress that takes away attention from wedding rings on the hands of father time
the ring that reminds me of my my fear of circles and provokes the stutter in trigger fingers when you're trying to stick up for your little brother
the same feeling you get when you're trying to figure out whether you have a big dick or not and can get away with leaving in the morning after she told you it was her first time
turning the corner on a purposely made wrong turn keeps me wearing my best hat until it's time for dinner again and it's time for me to take my shoes off
pardon for being late, i'm was trying to find a coin to flip to see if i should confess to you that i was trying other peoples cooking
color in your smoke exhalations for more detail to put in frames and finally remove dust from your truth's past when you hallucinated the one who stopped you from having to run ever again because of their ability to catch up

i pump gats and punk cats

because insecurity turns her on

the shit that i rock is nice