Thursday, May 20, 2010


I was going through an old stack of burned cds, my Rob G Mixx Volumes, and I came across this track I remember vibing out to in my room back in '04, when I had just started finding the jams that kept me sane! And the song, "The Blast" by Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek had the craziest instrumental with the rhymes to match...

Monday, May 17, 2010

such a beautiful song

Alicia Keys "Un-thinkable"

Sunday, May 16, 2010

grand-mammy strong-neck

something about this stands out to me... like a giraffe on stilts.

Smells like hunger

“Smells like hunger”

the robins run red-breasted
in the jagged yet bending grass
the layered greens hide the food
for the children in the trees calling:
twi twi twi
chip chip chip
twiddle di twiddle di

they are hungry

the 1 bus hauls its heaviness
back to broad street
lugging the weight
of those who carry
the weight of children
who sit in wooden cribs
calling in another language
 but crying in consistency:
wah wah wah
eh eeeh ehhhhh
wah wah waaaahhh

they are hungry

the piercing pitches
the abstract shadows
of sound i cannot see
the sun, the heat, its rays
wrap rainbows around
the out-of-focus eyelashes
that protect me from this vision

the sweat of a barking stomach
slipping into emptiness
the plastic smell of fire pit
running its doused tongue along
the roof of its upper palette

Monday, May 10, 2010

quetzal kid

the quetzal bird represents freedom in the mayan culture.
after leaving guatemala, i realized that i never saw
a quetzal bird, but through my teaching experience
it seemed like the children represented that freedom.
so i combined the beliefs in combination with some of
the techniques i used in my sketchbook down there
to create this piece "Quetzal kid".

Saturday, May 1, 2010

to be continued...

It was 3 AM
on someone’s clock,
and Time hid behind
an Oak tree in the Park.
I was arguing outside
with that trifling-ass Wind
because he stole my tears
and I wanted them back.

Right then, Winter ripped into my clothes,
ran her tongue clean over my bones;
I get jacked the one time I leave my comfort at home…
I knew it was either drying on the canvas
or lingering on the toilet seat.

So I’m cussin’ and spittin’, duckin’ and kickin’
All of a sudden, I see a shimmer in the distance.
There she was, a steady, night-colored stone
with stardust in her eyes and moonlight tied around her waist.
Believe it or not, she glowed in the snow some kinda hot.
So I told Winter and Wind, to kiss my Timbs.

And it was only her and me.