this is a poem about you being you |
Trumpets pressed against your ears oozing with that melody you fear that you don't want it to stop for years and years It gives you such beauty and to finally get off civic duty? well hell run wind blowing in your face now its a race curse your blistered feet that you're not a greek run across grass and clouds for all the seven billion in God's crowd Land in someone else's life they ask you for an ID your lithe fingers running through your pockets two pops and without a will we all kill A still city you scream keep the car engine going you know that a place without noise is a place without life boom boom bang bang the bricks drop from your hand You're at a street look to your right you see a girl look to your left you see her shivering body so still offer her a drink and a joint walk to her home meet the folks say thanks i go'tsta to go Run forward and faster you've already got the answers the drafter gave it you thereafter when all you could smell was piss and desperation fillin' your nation You tried to be altruistic they took you to ballistic they told me you were the pessimistic with a gun no you were the voyeuristic with a nun Abnormality escapes your reality along with roots from their trees and light from their lamp saying hello to all with formality You're in a theater leading the orchestra with low notes and a structural formula you tell them to stop hit the real be-bop with Jimmy Scott and Thelonious Monk Hop in a stranger's ride drive down the ten call your body to meet you at the den tell secrets of what you'll do the next day with the universal text to only re-tell philosophers and writers that its their moral duty to capture raw beauty Draw the crooked lines not the straight it gives more of a heart rate never check your watch you'll make more time with your scotch Close the curtains on the superficial and discrimination it's all so artificial create construct open minds away from definition to tuition where there is no fine line with a boundary along with its condition. Its your constitution. |