i am up in columbia u’s shapiro hall next to fish as i
check up on my email and we both cyber.watch the jets
vs pats game. guess who i’m rootin’ for?
in hand is some new hotness where i leave some
instructions to mah peeps if i should pass away.
morbid? maybe but it’s a damn good writing exercise.
the mahina movement event will be kicking off in a bit
and the joy of having at least one new poem to read
makes me feel good.
last night i got to check out willie perdomo and john
rodriguez at the tribes. let me tell you, dat sheet
was enuf to fuel me for a good few weeks. john should
be called “car wash rodriguez” cuz he is automatic and
willie performed some a set of all new hotness. the
after party involved pizza, fizzy lizzy, mad jokes, a
guest appearance from an old.school nuyorican, some
sad truths, john steppin on my kicks a lot (“you lucky
we live in a civilized age. in ’88 dat sheet woulda
got you stabbed!”) and mad snaps all around. straight
up, mah life is blessed.
especially when you factor in that i got to crash
downtown and have mad inside jokes with two of the
love ya like if i popped your cork!