a fresh thought... unfinished...

being fresh is essential...
from the state of dress
to the state of your intentions
and residence
two days into the new year
and two years removed from the day
she left you
on the boulevard
frozen
but still fresh
im on a path to freshness
99 miles away from a 100 mile diet
and moving from previously frozen
areas codes and account modes
to fresher sidewalks
and fresher thoughts
from national wide chain to
street corner market
i got targets...
for where i need to be

fish

so my method of making money nowadays consisting of cutting, serving, learning fish.
so naturally i end up smelling like fish.
generally, i despise this part of my job.
the smell hangs, ppl relocate away from you on the subway.
my sister comments "i hope you don't ever meet people after work, without showering."

so like any other day i smelled fish, but today the smell of fish briefly took me back to childhood.
venturing with my mom to chinatown and kensington market on saturday for the weekly fish and fabric trips . fish (save for the immaculate saltfish aka salted cod) for me was on par with vegetables, i hated it as a kid, so i hated these trips.

we never had kool-aid or candy trips.
fish then. fish now. go figure.

being here

its been awhile
since a song has stood out
and stood up so poignantly
to reflect
a state
my state of mind
the song while strong
pales in your absence.

things i will do when finals are over...

- finish j. jacobs
- start r. ellison & m.e. dyson
- take in "in rainbows" & "the cool" & "jazzmoney"
- take in "no country for old men" & "american gangster" among others...
- write like its the new black
- exhale

a chicago thought... finally

we held court on halsted
an organized chaos
last call meant the first call
for a new location
a destination
but really just
an extension of the journey
into a sammy davis
state of mind
i smile
as she dances
amongst the streetlights
and we contemplate
how to kiss the skyline
and moonlight
tis a long way to ashland
from here
but time can stand still
a moment of freeze
frame worth
throwing in a picture frame
somewhere down the line
and reminisce on how
this city
like a
love long lost
was once mine

i am...

too tired to think
too lazy to create
too pissed to progress
too stressed to sigh
dealing with the continual death
of my laptop battery
is the level of my tragedy
thankfully...

flashing lights (in my head and rearview)...

if somebody woulda told me a month ago
frontin’ on - yo, I wouldn’t want to know
if somebody woulda told me a year ago
it’a gon’ get this difficult...