1.
On my way here, I saw a kite caught
in a power line. I say "caught," but
I like to think "perched," for what it's worth.
Sometimes I'm so close to a phrase like,
you know, 'the blueprint of my soul,'
I just want to let the whole goddamned poem go.
Maybe an old friend said it best,
"We got struck by lightening
and it stuck in our chests."
"Why do we say we're bored to tears?
What are we mourning?"
2.
In the dead of the day I turned ten,
the Dow went black
and brokers fell from the sky
into geometrical piles of pinstripes.
About a month before I turned 24,
cabs with the backseats knocked out
took bodies to an old Brooks Brothers
they'd converted into a new morgue.
I want to live longer than your average Black Panther.
I want to watch the gray trickle-paint my beard.
I want to pen a novel entitled, 'The Held Sigh,"
I want to dead the writing and pack off to Arcosanti,
and even sink i the same light lines I cut.
In soiled suit, somebody's father dives
to catch a quarter rolling on it's side.
Got a bum memory but got these raps...
Nah, yall do songs,
I'm only snapping my fingers like I forgot something