Thursday, March 12, 2015


IF'n i was

a text to a sextless strive:
HATH i no shame to claim
a trillion PLUS
giga-bytes of love?

The SEA of impossibilities fjord
but in the breach of a millisecond i REACH

Adonai shits & spews:
YOU ain't no godspeed baby--
YO mama DIS chose
to make YOU an abortion baby

on a karma reboot

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Wednesday, March 11, 2015


Kafka & Ferguson in the "Information" Age

Before i even went to Errol Louis' Twitter link to his op-ed in today's Daily News,  i immediately felt i had to brush up on my Franz.

Unlike most who probably just read "The Metamorphosis" in junior high, i was a bit more exposed to Kafka as i was more a Sartre-like self-taught kid who hounded librarians & English teachers for more of this stuff every time i ran across something that sparked my imagination.

In Kafka’s parable “Before the Law” we see, quite famously, that the story’s protagonist (known only as “the man from the country”) is forced to wait before the gate of law for his whole life. The gatekeeper, whose only purpose seems to be to bar the man’s way, keeps him sitting on a stool just before the gate. As the man is dying from old age, he has this well-known exchange with the gatekeeper:
“Everyone strives to attain the Law,” answers the man, “how does it come about, then, that in all these years no one has come seeking admittance but me?” The doorkeeper . . . bellows in his ear: “No one but you could gain admittance through this door, since this door was intended only for you. I am now going to shut it.”
Back then i sensed it'd eventually make sense to me as i got older, maybe because i was schooled by a lot of blues & jazz dudes who knew NYC when it was hip to be black and not under attack by the NYPD?

Little did i realize that 31 years ago i'd become a Kafka character...or is it caricture?

i was busted for DWI on Rockaway Turnpike one ass-freezing day back then>


i had drank a quart of Wray & Nephew from yard & was traveling with my boy to get an 8-ball of coke since i knew the mescaline i took would soon be petering damn right i was drunk..but driving??

My boy didn't have that car for a week yet, & i reeked of Jamaican white rum a block away...but i had the coke connection!

To make a long story short: a hose broke & y'all know when you drunk you can fix anythang...NOT!

i was under the hood inspecting the engine when this lady hit into us even though the flashers were on--no harm no foul as my boy talked to her--and she started backing up when she was hit by another car & slammed into ours..& the hood of the car almost chopped ME in two.

Pissed, i went to talk to the other driver--a whiteboy--& must've called him motherfucker & cracker 80 times in one breath..he was an off-duty housing cop!

That white rum & mescaline did not wear off the next day in court, when i called him and the arresting officers motherfucking liars!

Judge gave me 90 days for contempt & the DWI was to be stricken from my record if i was cool for 90 days...guess the attendant by that door of justice can now close it?

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Sunday, March 08, 2015


Kryptonite 56

I wear this crown of thorns 

Upon my liar's chair 

Full of broken thoughts 

I cannot repair 

Beneath the stains of time 

The feelings disappear

You are someone else 

I am still right here

My father was a frustrated middleweight boxer who used to beat the shit out of me, and when he saw he couldn't knock me out he progressed to sticks, then pipes..MEH

i doubt Mike Tyson could knock me out...
but i ain't an Ubermensch

Last night one of the elders at the bodega, who will be 50 next month, was rapping to me & a youngun' about the weather,
and as we talked HE realized
i AM
quite a few years aulder

i AM
death in waiting

Kryptonite is LIFE & retired
someone else 
as i remain right here!

Talked to my sister,
and a hundred others
to get out of the death spiral Job i now have...
Everyone is firing instead of hiring
as Wall Street rocks on!

So i'll DIE on the street
unloved &

Time is running out on this strife my tweeps
as if y'all give a flying fuck

i cannot totally despair since Bob Marley just popped up

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Wednesday, March 04, 2015


WE support our troops

Just seen CrazyDogLady post up THIS picture on Twitter:

Folks from Xanga may remember THIS from 2005:

Another day here in Iraq.  It's already been devastating for many of us here.  
It's difficult because we aren't allowed to speak about what goes on with our 
families for fear that someone else may be monitoring everything we say and 
When you were told I would change I want you to know that the change may 
actually be good for me...I think of you and Lori and my heart swells, wanting 
to hug you.  I haven't felt that way in awhile.  I think taking care of the 
family and my own personal issues jaded me from thinking and loving you guys the 
way I should.  Well, just so you know. 
Things are ok.  I would love some books, the kind you know I like!  All we have 
here is a whole bunch of cheesy Harlequin romance type stuff.  And magazines, 
you know how I love magazines.  Mama, could you send me a nice pillow?  I don't 
have one and my neck and shoulders are killing me!  We have a luxury here in the 
EMT (that's Army speak for ER) a stove!  The interpeters bring us things like 
eggs from the economy to bake with etc.  I could use those flavored creams, no 
one here has half and half!  I would even love the half and half that doesn't 
need to be in the fridge.  Anything easy that young people like.  A lot of the 
soldiers come in from the field and haven't eaten so we would like stuff to be 
able to make for them thats easy and reminds them of home.  Also, we cut off a 
lot of soldiers clothes and then they don't have anything else to wear, so we're 
asking for Dollar Store/WalMart type packages of underware, socks, tshirts, 
shorts, you get the idea.

My room is ok.  It's an old apartment complex that was bombed so you can imagine 
what it looks like.  But, it has air and a shower so it's better than what a lot 
of the soldiers have to deal with.

I have to get going.  I look forward to your messages.  Tell everyone I said hi 
and let Lori know what a smile she brought to my face by sending me a letter.  
It sucks going to the mail room and having nothing waiting.

THAT e-mail still brings tears to my eyes, more so because i live in NYC...and nearly half the homeless fought the We SUPPORT our troops war...where are THEIR jobs & benefits??

Whilst i agree with CrazyDogLady, MY agreement don't mean shiite unless WE DEMAND these kids that risked their lives for US to be opinionated assholes get job & housing preferences, etc.

YO, i'm damn near homeless in this tight-ass job market, but YOU hire a vet over ME?

i ain't gonna say a damn thang about that..THESE kids are HEROES!!!

And i'm sure more than half of them wanna kick some ISIS ass!

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