once again, i greeted the dawn but was not alone as crown heights was chock loaded full o’ people at 6am and they wasnt playin. the urge for food was biting at me for a minute but the sounds of fireworks (more like m80s) and random breaking glass alongside the constant sirens made me take pause. when i did get outside, dawn was taking form as the sky was the color of faded jeans, the clouds a veil and the reflection of the rising sun took the shade of orange conch shells and what appeared to be a flock of albatross was flying directly down my street.
let me say again- an albatross flyin down crown hizzy. not a pigeon, as there were plenty of those around and they were darker & smaller, but a full grown albatross. have they always been here and i am jus noticin or was this some random fluck of nature. i dont know but i did take it as a sign but if what, i aint sure.
some french toast, turkey bacon & coffee latah, i am still greetin the dawn and feel like the “ben franklin” of insomnia (thank ya, jeff mcadaniel) as i have apparently come up with a substitute for sleep.
today was the carribean parade along eastern parkway which would kick my crowd phobia into full gear so i traded loud music, outrageous costumes, folks dancin in all kinds of weird rhythms and tons of food for a family wedding (ding! the irony bell!)
got there jus in time to see mah boy take the plunge as an albatross(!) flew directly above him while he was droppin his vows. thank you, universe, for not letting me be crazy.
mah brah from another mah, jose, was in the house with his lovely wife of three years but, sadly, no 14 month old baby.
we all got down on some freestyle even though i was barely mobile as i STUFFED myself with breast of capon and grilled salmon. i’ve actually been eatin really good as of late with smaller portions five times thru the day and this new regiment left me ill prepared for the glory of a wedding buffet but i still got mah groove on to such classics as SILENT MORNING, THE MEXICAN, THERES NO REASON FOR YOU TO CRY, LET’S DANCE TO THE DRUMMER’S BEAT, MARIA, SHOW ME and DANCING ON THE FIRE
(robert bly voice- on) you just dont hear this kind of goodness in urban dance music these days (elder snob mode- off)
and with all that said, mah lil personal vacation has come to an end and i return to work tomorrow which has me a bit mixed but the show must go on and all that jazz but before i go, let me leave you with one of the first poems that gave the feeling like some poet was actually listening in on mah thoughts, an occurence that seems to be the norm these days
love ya like K7 loves cab calloway
Everything the Power of the World does is done in a circle
by Black Elk
Everything the Power of the World does
is done in a circle. The sky is round,
and I have heard that the earth is round
like a ball, and so are all the stars.
The wind, in its greatest power, whirls.
Birds make their nests in circles,
for theirs is the same religion as ours.
The sun comes forth and goes down again
in a circle. The moon does the same,
and both are round. Even the seasons
form a great circle in their changing,
and always come back again to where they were.
The life of a man is a circle from childhood to childhood,
and so it in everything where power moves.