I had to write at least one poem first thing in the morning to break away from my normal routine of writing at midnight. So the exercise was simple, wake up at the break of dawn, throw the iPod on shuffle and see what comes up.
Verse, YouTube, end of National Poetry Writing Month for ya boy.
The Art of Noise
[Poem was here.]
The Day Scott La Rock Died
[Poem was here.]
Poem for My Father Ending with a Line from LOST
[Poem was here.]
I can’t even remember what kind of sucker shoes I was wearing before I got my first real pair of hip-hop kicks, all I know is when my first pair of serious sneakers fit on my shoes was when I first lived the word “swagger.”
Poem, soundtrack, you know the deal.
Ode to My Clyde Pumas
[Poem was here.]
My fascination with Catechism and Hip-Hop continues. Soundtrack follows.
Epistle to Kool Herc
[Poem was here.]
