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Let Me Tell You The Truth
“the truth is what is. and what should be is a fantasy, a terrible, terrible lie somebody gave the people long ago. – lenny bruce […]
The Tumult of the Time Disconsolate
there is purgatory. and then there is hell. purgatory is the student health center line and waiting for 3 and a half hours to gain even the simplest of understandings as to why an infernal medical hold has been misplaced on my student account, preventing me from registering. purgatory is the 45 dollar parking ticket […]
Leave the Gun. Take the Cannoli.
I used to write such funny things. and so I have decided. law school begins in less than a week. goddamn. having only just returned in the wee hours from new jersey, where i played the happy nursemaid for a week, i prepare as best I can for the tumult of bullshit I shall soon […]
What Is Past
two, sitting. me in the chair now fairly coated in the earthly and earthy sacrament of our lasciviousness and sexual creativity. you in its gorgeous, timeworn, five-dollar, multi-slatted cousin, across the hardwood floors adored by nakachi. scribbling furiously in our respective symbolic notebooks (the 800 lb gorilla in redmond calls them, collectively, “notepad.”) fucking frantically […]
The Great Renunciation
“for the young, there is nothing unattainable; a good thing desired with the whole force of a passionate will, and yet impossible, is to them not credible. yet, by death, by illness, by poverty, or by the voice of duty, we must learn, each one of us, that the world was not made for us, […]
To The Top
i have about a million things to tell the world about, but for now, this is just my lil’ communication to the hip hop heads out there…do me a solid, and let me know what you think of this list. […]
Born With No State of Mind
they sat there, perched delicately on my eyelids, trapped between each eyeball and its respective lashes. the tears should have overflowed on the spot, but instead they remained fixedly in position, awaiting some new catalyst to initiate the inevitable deluge. I tried, seriously tried, to distance myself as best I could from my old wounds. […]
I Try Not To Be Too Temperamental
“my shit is gold I hold the pole of polarity/ I go on and fondle phrases/ ages/ before you ever heard the lion roar/ my minions were preparing for my birth…” – del, ’94 via satellite goddamn, I know its been like a minute and a half since I wrote last, but shit, its not […]
In My Mind
“hello, and thank you for choosing greyhound, my name is david, and I will be one of your coach operators for today. there is to be no smoking on the coach. if you do not heed the restrictions on smoking, your next driver will be a state trooper. there is no drinking alcoholic intoxicants of […]
Well, Allow Me To Retort
to recap: [3.31.03] we had another fight, so I wrote something about it. [4.07.03] I wrote some other things, about work, but I took it down. I kinda need this job. [4.12.03] I couldn’t think of anything to write. hijinks ensue. [4.13.03] I wrote two poems. they weren’t very good, but bah, who are you […]
On 27 Years and Polite Company
I envied him most especially. the little african boy with the charcoal gray and fuschia trimmed two piece starter™ sweatsuit, hopping about madly on the metro’s tiled floor, little dreadlocks flapping along to the rhythm. he couldn’t have been older than 4 (couldn’t have been), and I? damn near 7 times his age, now that […]
Sweetheart, Goodnight
drenched in the dim light of the bustling images on the omnipresent screen, she slept. I laughed aloud repeatedly at the rerun, hoping she wouldn’t awaken, and between my buffoonish guffaws I turned and stared at her fixed and closed eyelids (just looking) as I watched her collect the covers over on her side. she […]
Fuck a Perm
fuck law school. fuck my job, my roommates and sprint pcs. fuck b.e.t. fuck critics of b.e.t. who aren’t even fuckin’ black. fuck essentialist notions of blackness. fuck copycats. fuck dreadlocks. fuck stupidity, bullshit and selfishness. fuck weird girls and fuck plagiarism. fuck mayor williams. fuck verizon and fuck bank of america. fuck 65.207.0.#. fuck […]
Tryin’ To Get A Clutch
so this is the song we play. here is our dance. you look at me, innocent as a new lamb entering the world. tell me you love me. kiss me goodbye. hang up the phone. then you scribble some little angry remark and post it. and I? I look up at you and smile ever […]