somewhere right now
a lump of love is being
born into the hands of
a father who never knew
he could leak water so
fast from his own eyes
baby
i hope you learn to speak words more good than your daddy
poetryand when you breathe forth your very first words
i’ll be holding my breath in daft anticipation
gasping at the affricate proceeding from your little mouth
waiting for you to learn the beauty of words
hearing you grasp for meaning
then communication
then beauty in every syllable
a tribute to you – Robert Matthew Van Winkle
poetryokay cease from moving
work with me and hear what i have to say
the frozen water has returned with
something completely innovative
there is a force which grips me firmly
i rap like an underwater hunting device
both in the sunlight and at dark (because it’s late)
i ask myself if it will cease
but i cant be sure eh?
to the hyperbole i roll the recording device
like a person who steals
illuminate the performance area
and cover in paraffin the suckers
like a times-past lighting device
move your body
use your booty to run at the noise making device that
has good solid bass.
i’m broiling your thinking organism
like peyote
death causing
when i create marijuana like music
at all subpar can send you to jail (on a federal level)
like it a lot
or dont
you had best make up a path
hit the middle of the target
the child wont have fun with you
if there was a disaster
eh, i’d be the relief
dig my groove while my
disc-scratcher turns it in circles
frozen water frozen water infant
frozen water frozen water infant
frozen water frozen water infant
(next week tune in for a tribute to Stanley Kirk Burrell)
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area
cannot place your hands on said area….