building sand castles

30 poems in 30 days
day 29: may 25, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)

building sand castles

off building sand castles
let’s build them far away from the water where the sand is soft
i want to grow closer to the end with you
and with nina
and with history books surrounding our feet
your lungs pressed against my shoulder blades
mine pressed against hard wood floors berber carpet and beach towels
there’s a smile waiting in the back of your thoughts beneath the curls
it won’t bloom until your feet hit the water
off building sand castles we should be lucky enough to love in

i left my sanity by the water beneath a tree before a house
one day i’m going to go back because i promised her i would
he’s pressed her lips against my back in places my hand can’t reach
the beautiful tree
not my messy sanity
born to bloom
and love hard like an undercover overprotective girlfriend who will die alone
she will follow in those footsteps left before her eyes
the beautiful tree
not the equally beautiful ex girlfriend

off kissing the water
and going with the flow

the darkest ones

30 poems in 30 days
day 28: may 24, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)


the darkest ones

the darkest ones don’t get no weapons
they got shit to prove
revolutions to lay at the foot of the quote unquote massuh
the man the man the man
the myth they allowed to be spread as truth
spread as thin as the melanin in said myth
she gets no guns machetes pens or papers
tell her to prove her citizenship in the nudes she tacks to the walls of garvey’s vessel
never give the victims weapons
they tend to use them

the return of me


where in the hell do we begin after so long, right?

so in a bunch of randomness – let’s go in.

*in my flawda (florida for the ignorant) accent*:
got robbed by some ol fuc-kass puss-ass boys at a club there and got the macbook pro, camera, passport, business cards and and a great sum of cash taken.

but as i say often on twitter/facebook/phone/whereever: i teach people how to survive with almost nothing.
as a black man, i’ve gone so long doing so much with so little – i am now capable of doing everything with nothing at all.

so here i am, back on top of the world, watching – taking notes, etc.
like, really.

but my brothers graduated and life became so much better for those who achieve and those on their way to do just that.
—–

side note:
thank god for those who got pregnant at 14 and now working at mcdonalds drive-thrus with attitudes and weaves.
—–

how does one tell the story of picking up a strange flight attendant in a hotel parking lot who needs a ride to get alcohol in exchange for discount on a hotel room & along the way they pick up two prostitutes (one who minutes later confessed to be born a man) and then never finding the alcohol.

i guess all that’s left to say is: i got the hotel room discount in elizabeth, new jersey.

thanks flight attendant who is unknown.
(never got the name)

—–

oh snap!
so i’m headed to brooklyn.

i got hype as hell the other day when i met my old buddy @intelligentsias & new friends @thedopestvegan & @fucallyall on the corner of fulton and s portland in fort greene. gotta get like those cool kids and get me a peddle bike and some funky threads. (funky as in dope!!!!)

oh! and i met kwesi abbensetts who, as many of you know, is perhaps the greatest photographer of all time…and provided all the photos for my 30 poems in 30 days.

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speaking of 30 poems in 30 days – i know i stopped at 27 – that was because of the robbery.
i’ll finish this this week. watch.
—–

i want something new in life.
what is it though?

-introduce the kid to more culture and greatness: this summer!
-new crepe spot: √
-more spirituality: working on it.
-play this guitar: getting there
-travel more: √

i dont know what it is…but i need it. something real to hold fast to, you know?
it’ll come to me.
until then, i’ll follow these dreams, goals, bucket lists.

—–

so i have a few friends now that…well, i wouldn’t say i’m disappointed in them…but i am not feeling their decision making at the moment.

so to them, i write: (and to whoever needs to hear this)

be happy. what’s the issue? why in the fxck would you ever choose to be unhappy. there is nothing or no one that could make me make that decision.

follow happiness always – and figure the other shit out as it comes. it makes you a better person. i promise.

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most of my random thoughts come while in the shower.
the most current shower – here were the thoughts:

no one can ever be 100% them in an intimate relationship.
there is too much compromising which takes pieces of “self away”
so when your partner says “why can’t you just be you?” (or anything close) – you respond with: “because i’m not 100% me. i’m currently 33% you right now.”

feel me?

i’m about to fxck around and write about this. maybe something short for the book
@pabloraul and myself are currently working on.
stay tuned for that info.

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so all in all – everything is freaking excellent.
i hope i didn’t bore you all too much.

peace.

pigeon-toed girl: poem 27

30 poems in 30 days
day 27: may 3, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)


pigeon-toed girl

she stood like that on purpose
i told jokes about pigeon-toed women who slept on their stomachs in wet spots
and she took them to heart
after taking me to that same place
that warm spot between her extremities
so far left it’s ridiculous
all that’s left is ridiculous
just a pigeon-toed girl in a house with no furniture
no one will ever tell the new tenants about the girl that died there
just the jokes her boyfriend told
and the way they found him crying over the body
over the spot
over the spilled cleaning solution
over and over

we vibe: poem 25

30 poems in 30 days
day 25: may 1, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)


we vibe

we could vibe like they did in those house parties with the red lights and fucking beneath staircases
sans the fucking
there’d be no talks of extracurricular relationships and how my money’s made
be satisfied with secrets
have a few of your own
you’re not totally the prude they’d tease you for being
all that according to the inhibitions growing smaller and smaller as we threw them from the train caboose and watched virginia disappear like the daughter we didn’t plan for
this plan we’re designing will work
put on the roots
and vibe with me real quick

this crusade : poem 24

30 poems in 30 days
day 24: april 30, 2010
(photography by kwesi abbensetts)


this crusade

my proposal wasn’t hypothetical
neither were my questions about the man with the thorn crown
they never seem to be worth much if the niggas wearing them keep getting them taken
or took
we can do this a few sundays from now when god ain’t looking
he has judging eyes the old women led me to believe
none of them had led crusades
unless you include that one time against all those who refused to eat pork for reasons godly
so let’s make this official for the westerners and explain it to our people later