get

getting in...
shape
style
right frame of mind
summer

getting out of...
trouble
debt
my dreams

getting through...
rough spots
writer's block
books!
underemployment
the summer

success...

april was a slow month.
may looks alot better.
school done.
life beginning.
let that bitch breathe...

april fool

on the edge of an abyss
looking into the unknown
and seeing nothing past
wanting a new cell phone
im an april fool
entering like a lamb
with a yearning for lamb
roaming danforth
through the moonlight
driven for a gyro and sprite
hunger replaced by memories
of streetlights
and silent walks home
scripting compositions of
contemplations
daily confrontations
and situations involving
post convocation locations
and how much i can spare
for vacation
'take me to another place'
with streetfront space
a stoop or some crates
for me and mines
to sit on
while youth run
in streets
singing songs
in the key of ...
im an april fool
and every fool
has their day
and everyone
has something to say
to me
at this stage
of the game
i'm steadily building
a city of salt
on sound
planning principles
far from invincible
a simpleton
with synonyms
april fool

pearl

a face
a friend
a teammate
a cat from round the way
a face in the crowd
a wingman
a "peace, long time no see"
a memory of a simpler time
a point guard
a person "known"
a part of the fam
a statistic
a tear shed
a moment of disbelief
a call for peace in our streets
a light out too soon
a tree removed
a victim
a reminder
a reality check
a cousin
a son
a brother
a lover
a father
all this
and more...
sadly, he was.

reflections...

things have been hectic in the last bit.
internally hectic.
i'm slowly coming to terms with some things.
i need to recalibrate a bit,
for what should/could be an important time.

just think

what if you could just blink yourself away???

for a year, a month, a day, an hour, a minute, a second.

just blink...

and post-blink,
you could return
refocused.
recharged.
renewed.

what would your direction be post-blink...

brickworks....

i tried to build a house
out of a ton of bricks
but failed
i needed to build a home
cus these bricks
were the formation
of gastric movements
a home
like the one
a child would dread
returning to
where what goes in
cant come out
unless it breaks out.
a home that felt like prison.
an alcatraz for feeling.