the judge

had to get it right

poets sweating out their plight

rappin past darkest night

 

i separate ten point oh

from other scores down below

as if the differences I can show.

 

words are sweatin out from pores

smellin like what life abhors

 

knockin' on prison doors

fightin’ sharks

swimmin’ to shore

yellin' not to be a whore

 

reality the poem’s bein

screamin’ shoutin’ flowin’ fleein’

 

balloons are driftin' outta sight

jaundiced sky and overnight

 

myopic as the president

toothpicks prick the logic trick

I keep myself from feelin’ sick

normal rapes life’s candle wick

 

word sweat is sweet

as blood clot snot.

stops my tracks

its Camelot.

 

i shine my light on art that’s not

a carpet ride of something hot

 

I look into a motorcade

of places that my words evade

corners that I've tried to raid

 

i look from whence come my schemes

my parking lots of dented dreams

 

hold up my vote…nine point oh

not memorized – got some work to go…