March Forthing..
Pushing the idea forward… Now that I have introduced Jay at the start of poem, she must be the departure. I freestly in my moleskin to see what comes…
My friend Jay likes her birth date.
She says its a call to action: March 4th.
Her dread locks are limp tower blocks, forehead
for sky, nose, a shrouded figure speeding by,
back packed with sketchbooks and gas masks,
jeans patched more times than he’s matched sticks
to spliffs. He is a loose hoodied slouch
with spray cans, crouched…
It seems to be about hip hop. I am a city boy and I tend to write from this perspective, mix it with the lil philosophy I have dabbled with, and my small time some time wisdom. It makes for interesting parallels, with the jungle, with literature, with the body… this parallel is with graffiti… which I think is a physical manifestation of the art of rhyme: of hip hop..
stay tuned..
