In the Quick

I pondered
but then I had to
get on the job
Write it down
Fo it stopped makin sounds
Eluded me
We can’t have that
Where it could be
lost in grey matter
Before stuff started happenin
Leavin reasons
questions and quiet
or resort to startin riots
Anotha kind of insane

I had to catch it with a
dream weaver’s mitt while
on my brain
and ready to submit
and I gave it a crazy name
like, “Untitled”
Wouldn’t quench no desires
namely mine
The clock is ticking
It’s time to let it teach
If nothing else adore you
and if it don’t I might implore
you to relax and be easy

It’s just somebody else’s words
Just like the media
which impresses upon you
Best to be choosey on
where you get it and picky about
where you let it ring like information
that is proven
It’s all up to the user
Cause in this world of technical games
Information highways
I veer off the main stretches
where society gets off
on pain

The only thang of concern is
where it starts not where it
ends up and where the
center is and where you thrive

That’s why I jot it down while
it’s in the pot and
in the quick
While it remains rich and
thick and shimmying on
the line

Cultivating...in my mind





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