Sunday, November 10, 2013

10/30 - poems

10/30

hip-hop, columbus
(part 1 of something longer)


I remember sitting shotgun in Bobby's car
listening to Aesop's Bad Karma for the first time ever
mind cracking open and hands happily twitching
for utensil to scribble with--
or that night when the boys were three on the couch
each with a notebook on knee
burning verses
calling out their creations
head nod responses and crisscross of pen
in the margins

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