Nahmean

This is the piece I scribbled in the dark at the Lizard Lounge on the night of Sunday, September 11th. My homegirl Iyeoka let me borrow a scrap piece of paper and pen she had in her bag and I hit the stage with these brief words with the Jeff Robinson Trio as the backdrop:

Pick pockets move with swiftness while my eyes remain transfixed on the realness
With age comes maturity, security, and senility
Although the proportions never seem quite balanced

So I find myself on edge on the daily
Battling Jiminiy Cricket's instigating ass
While I steadily morph into a talking and walking contradiction
Nahmean?

Time traveling was never my forte
Just today I heard a song which I assume is entitled Unbreakable and it put me in a damn good mood
Yet in good stead is what I'm reaching for
A hark back to the days of Stetsasonic when even chubby kids could hold it down on the dance floor

So I'll just keep the party hype by continuing to write for myself to soothe my own soul while dencouncing proper spoken word etiquette
Because just maybe; I'll call it a night and stuff this crumpled sheet into my back pocket, scurry back to the lab, pull the covers over my eyes, and just blog for dolo

But then again...the Minstrel Show may g'on ahead and be the jump-off without me
And you know that ain't right
Nahmean?

In retrospect, I'm not feeling it as much as the other ones I wrote and read. So I need to find them and get 'em typed up before they get lost forever. Keeing track of all these itty-bitty pieces of paper is like a Writer's Cock-Block. Ain't this a b!tch.