Poetry & Prose

Poetry In Motion

*Excerpts from “Poetry in Motion”

(2012)

 

Poetry’s the language of a state of crisis…

I’m writin’ it all in truth so you know that it’s righteous…

Though no man is—only Jesus the Christ is

Ridin’ through the city—I’m downtown…

Crackhead I see all the time—got a cane an’ he’s limpin’ ‘round now…

Hittin’ people up for dollars and change so he can drown out…

We numbin’ ourselves in various ways

Funny how different music change the way I stare at the scape…

My perception waves as I look out the windows—see me carelessly gaze

Poetry in motion…

Go with me—I’m rollin’

 

Lemme play you a groove—portray to you what I see in my sights…

The moon is menacin’ in the city—thin clouds shroudin’ it…

The hood’s in the dark—there’s no doubtin’ it…

No lights, no heat—no tellin’ when the switch ‘bout to hit

I’m chillin’ with Puerto Rocs and Cambodians…

Cigarette lighter—the gas stove is lit…

Get the pots and the pans—get the food—throw it in…

Cookin’ by candle…

Small children on the couch—their pics on the makeshift mantles…

Smell dinner bein’ prepared—the meat gettin’ scrambled…

Homeboy got a keg in the corner of his room by the foldout bed…

Periodically we pass each other to fill up our cups again…

One dude drinkin’ out a soup bowl tellin’ me ‘bout the civil unrest

 

‘Hood folks is some’a the most hospitable…

Offer you food out of their lack even if it’s not profitable.