Take Care

You're about to leave
the safety
of your home.
It's worth it tho.
GO DO SOMETHING
EPIC!

Reverberating Pound

Turn the treble down,
I can't hear myself think
Senseless bouncing and
sweatin' freestyles
rock this room

College

My mom
made
graduation
tassles in a
factory for
colleges like
Yale, Harvard
and Princeton.
She barely
graduated
high school
herself.

Be on the look out.

Real Gangsters Cry

I can't do
Much about
The cold oak
Fingers the
Grip roots
That play around
The neck. But I have
These warm words
That can beat
The sound, the cool
Death and they're
Yours if you want
Them.

One of the most rewarding moments of my life came when I took the photo of this piece. A guy in headphones walked by, stopped, read the poem, and kept on walking. But he stopped.

The rain IS NOT on my side!

It's a family affair

My student's outdoor poetry. It's spreading.

"You're the one doing the creativity!"

This is how you spell hesitance.

What happens when you mis-chalk?

I fucked up
and wondered:
"What do those taggers do---
when they scrawl
mistakes."
The rain is on my side
or sprints to and from
the kitchen sink
to save my cred.
Rush past neighbors
who don't give a shit
about taking stands.
"What do they do?"

Speak truth breathe love

"SWAG" has been in my face for weeks. I feel like its placement on the side of the English building says something about undergraduates' belief that image is more important than skill, that braggadocio is more important than what one can do to back up that braggadocio. This was my response. Hopefully the first installment in a series of projects that stresses passion instead of hype. Stay up.

It ain't rain

A shout out to the Illinois clouds that didn't wash yesterday's work away.

WALK

This is kinda the start of this poem. It might required me to use more of the sidewalk. This is located right outside my apartment.

Lithium Pt. 3

And he said
"This life is
orange, covered
in acid geo
metric shapes
and clout.
Let's get our
money." But
there are
pigeons baking
apple pie a la
mode and words
are the sugar
sweet.

Lithium Pt. 2

And you think
you're stressed
out? What
about the
honey bees
scratching their
hind legs trying
to heat their
lungs through
one last
lonesome
spring?

Lithium Ion Love Notes

My iPhone ran out of battery before I could take a photo of today's work. Just in case it rains tonight:

Here are
the dips
between
here and
forever the
kinks in
your neck
puckered
pinched out
like beeps
of code singing
from the light
house where
sea gulls
cackled their
love for
the first
time.

Be Cool

Jordan's way of telling me to keep myself together. Office supply-sanity.

Poem Before Work

While you were

While you were
saying no I was
busy baptizing
minds in sound and
hope.

"The Energy I Live My Life By"

"By creating a small change in an environment you can open up an entire world of connections." Not a direct quote, but you get the idea. There is always more room for this language that we use and interact with and throw away like it's nothing. Let's write the invisible language between our fingers. Let's "create cracks in the facade of impossibility."