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[porlalocura]

Ducking and Diving

I saw your name but didn’t feel to answer the call

If they aint doing nuthin I guess they gon ball

I may be slightly buzzed as I stroll through this mall

And all around me they swarm

The hive is present

The moon evervescent,

rinsing my soul drags me into the present

Ducking and diving gypsy cab driving out Marcy Ave leaving Bedford Stuyvesant

To sub urban crescents,

and quaker state leaking in cul-de-sacs

Farmland butchered

for nice families BBQing in sub division tracts

  Verrazano in the rearview

Hope you got a clear view

Of the Atlantic

Can barley see at all when the fogs in a panic

Or the mind narrows

Thoughts no longer arrows

   Hesitant days thorny hoofed ways demon-sautéd, like onions

Broken hearts discarded like empty bags of funions

In Wal-Mart parking lots, reminiscing on school lunches of tater-tots

and staring off at rectangles on white concrete walls

Niagara Falls. Moonshine brightens the American side

Slowly regaining that American pride

But might just throw a ring on a Nicaraguan bride,

to be

or not to be, that is every moment.

Be open to torment, cause the storms they’ll let up and in the end you’ll be wiser…most likely

Or go just go fly a kite B

And stare into the suns glare piercing angelic stratosphere

Cuz in the end, that monster is the sol one that owns you

Even when feeble bosses and bill collectors phone you

  And it might just be set up to show

That you can still hear divinity’s whisper in everyday flow

Whether you courtside or in nosebleed rows

Whether you holding on to a keeper or one they’ll call a hoe

  Not even a quid in my pocket bruv, but let me give you my six pence

Bubblegum tunes out the basement still make sense

Still feel the motion

Live for the street, live for the night, and the people I’ll meet

Look deep in her eyes, mixed up lie the times, prophetic the rhymes

And pathetic the souls of those who seek your demise

My mind focus iris to the papyrus of dimly lit screen

As I proceed to inscribe this in my memory machine

In hopes that on Lalo’s side the grass will stay green

   Only half the time do the words make sense to me

Only 5 times this year have I seen the sea

Look back up towards the city

Feet touch the cold water

Coney Island boardwalk, lambs to slaughter

Гром не гря́нет, мужи́к не перекре́стится