Saturday, March 22, 2008 by Billy
Am Always Coming Out To The City
something in my genes
compels me to count the letters
of the words in my eye
shackles me to tired information
bleeds the adjective
even before my mind speaks
something borrowed
garbled hip hop language
am always coming out to the city
before the beat knocks on the door.
Labels: bleed, city, hip hop
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Tuesday, March 11, 2008 by Billy
The Strangest LifeThe man pulls 5am awake. I have beaten him by six breaths. The others are oblivious of our haunting.
I stretch and ignite. Fire for rebirth. Subterranean winter chill.
They try to feed me earth balls to ward of winter chills in the underground. Subterranean epiphany. By seven am out in the world chasing my future before it falls apart. Math can’t save me but I have to try.
The J train crawls toward the symbiotic throng. Another strap hanger turbulence. You don’t get to choose your space before you fall. You learn to fit inside time and indifferent perspective.
Faces haunting subway station transience. Phantoms tagging my soul. Apocalyptic faultine sighs.
Memory steers me . My heart beats into the heart of the matter.
Between now and revelation I smile at the strangest life.
Labels: life, strange, winter
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