Public Art Announcement

“cum one cum all”/read the wall of the bookstore bathroom stall/my how quick they fall to their knees to please their urges/when all I wanted to do was wash my hands after “draining the monster” cuz of the Grande latte I drank while reading on how to make pâté/and they sachet thru the bookstore with that after-sex glow/heading to the coffee line for some shots of espresso/u know/re energize cuz they got one mo/exclusive nyc condom that made it all the way to the bookstore of the SWATS/home to bestsellers, hot coffee, and tainted twatts…

Cindarella Goes Solo

Cinderella goes solo/after a round trip to Soho/with her favorite trick, who provided all the dolo/she put it on him till he started seeing things in slow mo/ her mind tricks were superb, so he gave her fo mo/grand in her hand/along wit his little man/who was so satisfied he couldn’t even stand/he popped some Niagara and told ‘Rella one mo/and that he love her/now that’s a real no no/she up on her game/so she gave him one mo/and another and another/till he said no mo/with a purse full of cash/she went back to the Y.O./left those shoes on the curb/and bought herself fo mo.

Will's Last Testament

Will's Last Testament

Grasshopper/No this aint Mr. Miyagi and Daniel-son/this is a grandfather’s nickname for his grandson/it only bothered me during my teenage years/now I laugh when I talk about it wit my folks over a few beers/and my pointy ears, hears a lot of things being spit at my character/whether its out of love or whatever/few people you know match my caliber/yeah that was some arrogant-ness/that’s another quality to include with the rest of this mess/the ingredients include/two cups of selfishness/ a dash of crude/a teaspoon of rebellion and a quart of rude/5lbs of stubbornness/4 cups of ungrateful/a tablespoon of insecurity/but not one ounce of hateful/a gallon of loyalty/a peasants share of royalty/a few sprinkles of sensitivity/and wavelengths of annoyance-y/a couple pints of nonchalant/and shakes of naïve/instead of questioning those close to me, I choose just to believe/a splash of heartache/a puddle of passivity/a creek load of mean mugs due to inactivity/bad posture, attitude/occasional family feud/clique clashing/domestic ridicule/green eye allergies/honey-less bumble bees/canine contusions/bad news coming in threes/physically fragile/mentally shook/get second-degree burns when I pick up “The Good Book”/impatiently patient/stagnant and stuck/deer in the headlights of an on-coming truck/full of cuss words/anger makes me brave/I often wonder what phrase would be on put my grave/proud uncle/blessed father/not really a boyfriend/only tv relationships are odder/love my son’s mom/I want no other/and though he going thru some thangs/you know who is still my brother/I no longer pacify grown folks/and I expect the same/if you seek handouts from me after years being apart/please forget my name/I gotta lot of work to do on myself/and I recognize my flaws/but I’m not done by a long shot/so, please hold your applause/and huhs, ahhs, what the, and aw man’s/this is an E true Hollywood story/dedicated to all my fans/my life aint all bad/just not as good as I wish/the recipe for Willie P should be one hell of a dish/my pops wasn’t always terrible but he was never like a father/more like a cool ass uncle to look up to when your real pops didn’t bother/that’s the real truth/no father son moments sitting on the porch/no legacy to look up to/no passing of the torch/so I had to develop my own sense of fatherhood, using available means/dysfunctional pops like Al Bundy were like kings on my tv screen /being a father to my lil’ brother was strange but at the time necessary/discipline instead of heart to hearts at the time seemed necessary/now I’m struggling to connect with my son like dr. huxtable and theo/cuz mr. meaner is the only type of father that he know/don’t wanna be considered a pushover by old schools, with outdated parenting tools/so I often overreact when he breaks the simplest of rules/no physical abuse/just my heavy voice is enough/to break down my mini-me while trying to teach to him to be tough/he’s very similar to me when I was growing up/played by myself often/never said too much/he don’t do the stanky leg or say “bruh” after every other word/and most of that stupid shit he has never seen nor heard/that’s by design/cuz I saw it growing up/and still do to this day/so what if I offended you/let the chips fall where they may/you can’t have conversations with today’s youth, cuz you can’t understand what they say/fuck dumbing down to their level/who’s the adult and who’s the child/would it bother you, if while I typed this/I had a constant smile/I’m so unstable/but I hide it well/this 5’5” frame is just a little cell/imprisoning the bad thoughts and feelings that could shatter fragile frames/so I play internal games with the fragile names/but my biggest fear is being lonely/so please consider this tirade as done for entertainment purposes only.

Cinderella Goes Solo

Leave behind your footsteps, for the concrete runs deep beyond one can see. Every lil' step I take, gum grabs heels that has no true step, for the block is hot of present issues. No need for footprints in the sand since Jezus has a tendency to bypass most corners with trash, obviously (pick-up please). I mean, who really cares about you daily journeys anyway. 400 steps to the metro, 30 steps down the stairs, 4 steps on the train, 300 steps into the building, 30 steps off the elevator just to take no steps in a cubical while sitting, waiting, sighing for someone to give you your marching orders. Follow your path with own dreams and leave the boots for someone else to fill-in with the bullshit game call the rat-race. Run free and don't look back, but look out for the ones that wants to be remove from their daily shackles call life. Can I get a ride!??.

Knightshade.

Nip Tuck...OMG

Nip tuck, tuck nip / for those that may disagree you can duck sick / on the words that I spit, spat on the forum on any given sunday / because it's my day, my words, my poem of acknowledgement, of the man I am / I am so superficial and mystical, rude and unbelievable no level of shame is unachievable as to your morals I bring upheaval / and relieve my bowels on your face as I lift you up to disgrace, I mean I be a lean mean boundary crossing machine / as I evade the spleen and dive right into womb that's so wet so wet my words they so whet the appetite / that they bring anomosity and strife they so right they so write their emotions on their sleeves why I tattoo tears on the walls, tattooed tears on the walls / I forgot what I was writing for and who I was writing to...OMG...IDK...could someone please tell me what to say and do / because the last one I want to offend is you / so this I'll nip tuck, tuck nip, and if anyone doesn't like it please duck sick on the words that I spit spat symbolically in the face, in the face / the race I no longer participate in, but it I'll befriend and love you always and if you don't understand, then IDK on how to help you, OMG is the blackshinningprince is talking to you...IDK check back for his black nebula to see. FIN/

The NaKeD Nebula

She dances, entrances all eyes that gaze upon her

A one glance romance / where you shall remain forever

She knows no clothes / Black holes control

Follow as she rolls / with the universal flow

She glows and goes / forevermore frozen souls

Behold eternal show / no curtain will ever close

The everlasting no doze / for the onlookers that chose

To dare stare her way / still even through telescopes

OMG

OMG

Wise words from fine wine whisperers/become wilted wisecracks/on the backs of the experienced, trying to guide generation next/drunk off bullshit, bravado and wise words used out of context/being coddled by a society afraid of DFACS/adopting the ridiculous/avoiding The facts/that explain why the future looks so ominous/I’m having nightmares of illiterate adolescents bombing us/with demands written in text message syntax.