Got to meet one of my favorite singers today. Andrew Heissler of Pokey Lafarge. He has one of the coolest sounds in music and he’s a class act to boot! So thankful to run into him in my favorite guitar shop, Mike’s Music in Cincinnati.
So much respect. Pray 4 J Givens.
Sometimes when I sit down to write a poem about God, I end up writing one about my grandfather. And sometimes when I try to write about my grandfather, I end up writing about God.
On the subject of subjects.
Word addicts diss
their untaught counterparts.
Countertops where we rest our hands.
Kitchen tables where we discuss.
“What’s this fuss about?” asks Dad concerned.
He had been reading the paper,
but now you have his full attention.
To detail. Attention K-mart shoppers!
There’s been a reduction on Nike running shoes.
Hermes sure would have something to say.
About the Air Maxes that bare his name.
He’d be a real bear to deal with,
but he’s lightning on his feet.
Better than lightning on his hands,
Jimi would understand.
Hendrix needed acid. Or did acid need Hendrix?
I always forget which way it goes.
And it goes on and on.
Can’t stop won’t stop. Ooo baby, baby.
Let my people go! Aww naw, Pharaoh talking to us.
Shad said that Rosa got told to get off of da bus.
Like Jerome. Unknown, untold riches,
for he who snitches on all his friends.
It never ends.
On the subject of predicates.
Just see what happens.
Press the pen to the page.
A pool of black ink swirling.
Hold your breath.
Swallow the ink.
Sputter and spit ink onto the page.
Inhale the thick smell.
Your eyes will roll back into your head.
Ask them what they see.
My arm is an extension of me.
My hand is an extension of my arm.
My pen is an extension of my hand.
that you’ll never finish.
Finish something you
never meant to start.