Looking out my window at cool blocks
vibrations at bus stops, bus rock my rhythm
writing offa my skull top
A second to reckon my past, it couldn’t last
got caught in the flash
but shoulda stash my cash
Thought life was like forever
All tears, some laughs
Wished that I could grow up
but still be 20 and a half
Now my eyes watch scenarios that’s realer than blood-baths
over oceans, the scuds crash
right here trades mash
humans into metal and glass
wipe the smile off my mask
they taking terror to task
making a cage for dat ass
mad sad days while we still waving the flag
digging through trash – graves by the mass
I pass
I hadda wake up
but still like walking a dream and talking a dream
Hoping like King to put some hope in this thing
Feeling shaky like I’m walking a string
tight squeeze up in the middle of the dope and it’s fiend
Just a little bit longer
waiting til I’m stronger
maybe til I’m richer or bigger til I deliver the full force
full course got served up
Before you know dessert’s up
too late to get worked up
Chains become digital
Control, subliminal
Independence is criminal
Kids are getting cynical
times are real
wanna cling to my umbilical
Write lines with swiftness
cause time is minimal
Watch the cool blocks
vibrations at bus stops
bus rock my rhythm
I write offa my skull top
Jus a second to ponder the past
It couldn’t last
got caught up in the flash
I shoulda stashed my cash.
-New York, Nov. 2001
* from Motion In Poetry
