April 2012
2 posts
Red lights, end of a long flight
I wanna float like this all night
the city black and bright
people look
so much better from the skies
glass walls
my eyes re-size
as the plane falls
elementary particles
filament and party girls
neon worlds
sounds swirl
and drown everything
everything is a reflection
the ground is an exception
February 2012
2 posts
a lonely colossus
sulks lonely -ly past
no place for him but years
past gears change and ears pass
and lastly before he turns in
yet again
he asks with a grin
if the kids heard a him.
December 2011
12 posts
no socks, stick forts and pine needles
I roam, without payin for it
a sagitarian
in your home
forest creatures, aware of this new beast
gossipin
while i’m blossomin like Maurice Sendak over beats
occasional tweets
of blue birds on my shoulder
the birds are real in this cartoon though
and I done climbed a lot of trees to get here
sounds and colors so clear
the waterfront dive, a...
get this sick moskvich a thermometer
your sapogi best not step to me
unless you get a pedometer
hope vladimir brought his shagomer
cause i’m an ice cold cubo futurist hit man
and my ice pick stick from kazan to here
fuck the atmosphere
lets blast this tajik weed like baikonomyr
hangin way up now in the corner, iconic
ironically they said im unorthodox
they aint feelin me cause I...
So many hollywood mcs
from welton academies, getting buried
like a dead poet cemetary
I slam boots, party secretaries
20,000 entirely different leagues, you underwater
fuck your alma mater, I’m walkin on the moon like Gordon Sumner
Knock boots, kutsu, cahoots
this shit ain’t for googles and loot
it’s for giggles and poots
Jones got me on the edge but that boat propeller...
They got a great wall all we got is wall street
a billion hungry bellies and they all wanna eat
black president but he still aint free
from Black Rock to Gold Man they still elite
So it’s time to do the math like Rakim and B
Robbed us of the vote now all we got is a tweet
so take the streets back ya’ll vote with ya feet
straw in a needle stack
needle broke the camel’s...
I got rhymes like dimes and nickels you rap like tommy pickles
met a girl outside penn station said can I borrow five dollars so I can call my kids?
I said i’ll give you ten if you can prove that they exist she said who that is
so I gave it to her with southern diction
i’m half of jules and vin from pulp fiction
i’m jules and jim from a classic french film
used to be juice...
Chelovek Shedevr - Scratch like Zizek
[intro - screwed]
Why that mothafucka always scratchin his deck?
cause that mothafucka’s ill and he scratch like zizek
But why that mothafucka scratch all the time?
cause a sick mothafucka like me sposed to rhyme
so why you need a dj like zizek to rhyme?
so mothafucka’s like you don’t forget the time
hey yo
isn’t that like the guy that like…
I don’t...
November 2011
1 post
October 2011
1 post
верно (verno)
The word “verno” sunk its piles into my brain long before I knew its meaning. Was it me, or did people’s voices drop ever so slightly when this word crossed their lips (emphasis on the first syllable, the vowel is somewhere between ier in ‘tier’ and ear from ‘to tear’). I sensed in verno something that predated my attempts to learn a second tongue, there was something...
June 2011
2 posts
Spitting with Impunity Under a Red Roof
I turned nine in 1992 at an Arkansas Pizza Hut in a culture that practiced the pure worship of youth.
I recall the euphoria that takes hold when the pizzas outnumber the people, the swagger we knew we could get away with as the single most important demographic in a country ruled by rampant consumerism that had just bombed saDamn to celebrate the fact that without the Soviet Union it could do...
May 2011
5 posts
April 2011
3 posts
Silent Furies
January 2011
1 post
March 2010
2 posts
November 2009
20 posts
One kind of night Three
One kind of day One
One kind of night Two
The real
One kind of night One
