Here in this city, I have searched a teacher. To learn to fish and Reformulate my anger. Teach me structures so that these avenues and streets haven’t any blockade by my own chaos. What unfounded Knowledge wept in the arms of my own idealism, can say when on the page. What can be said of it now? To what end is there purpose in doing so. Writing to Home is it? When violence prevails there is no false equivalency to be found. All we have to work with is insurrection at best the reactionary. Then why work at all? How is this plantation any better than the other? So we have just said, “fuck the masters tools all together and in fact fuck the masters house”. Burn it to the ground. I am not going to state the obvious here unless I have to injure some presumptions about what side is right. But here I am alive to say “We are not the same”. Yet everyone today is trying to have me fold. Believe they fight for my cause in as much as they claim to protect me from my own blackness. I think here is what makes me a Midwesterner. The only motif I have left. And they pull me back and forth, a sword at his side, the other a torch and burned effigies. Is this shit supposed to mean things to me? The commissar took my brother away and now the secret police set their sights on my oldest friend. How many kings of the blade can we contend? I wonder which does our father love the most? The misgiving to be friend and traitor in the same breath. You’d think the 60s missed a reconstruction after we burned Sodom and Gomorrah down the first time. I don’t know much of Santa Monica, what I know is in books. The brick, the club, the bat, ignition and tear gassed. Shook a spread looming behind complexions in midnight. Plus commissions. Is anytime ever the right time to die at all? Hedge oneself against the time they live. I never needed to listen to a talking head, even if it were Dr.West, to know where I stand in this country. I was born into this shit. And there are no intentions left in trying to remember how Vulnerable we are. Sorry Judith. So why Dear Brother, would you leave an invitation for me to destroy my own city?Even if it was the place I hated the most. It’s all we have. It’s all any of us had to run away from.















