scribblin

ise got music inna
divine way and things
to tha heart

ise not in tha mood for american
splendor—ise got socio-political scabs—
rat-scabies / virulence / in the gloaming years
of empire

/ desire /

wese got idiosyncratic news—all the news
thats fit to fix / all the fixes youse detox
ing from / when u get over
ur first world wounds

lasso me a wild horse—all western rib
and sin / u ew ewe—
eeew! scribblin
fer da villain

ise bleedin out brain
cells—vote fer me
an ill set ya . . . in
vanilla—inna
inna vise

(no self-acceptance
on da wheel)

What I’m Reading:

“In the dark times
Will there be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing
About the dark times.”

— Bertolt Brecht / “Motto” / Svendborg Poems