A New Twist for the Wordsmith

Trying to do a new thing here.  I usually post my older poems, leaving the newer stuff for my upcoming book, “the wordsmith’s alley”, but, today, I offer you a new one.

After over-eating, I usually wake up in the middle of the night, grabbing a pen and writing the first thing that comes to mind.  The result is usually a poem that is total nonesense, something that makes you wonder “Now, what was HE thinking about?”  As a result, I made a category in the book called “just for fun”, a bunch of poems that are completely off the top of my head.  This is one such poem.  To make things even more interesting, another twist – this is a raw poem, unrefined, unfinished, and barely edited, as yet.

I’m gonna let this one marinate for a week and by next Friday, I will show you the finished product.  Hopefully, it will be well received.  Enjoy.  V.

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what?!

i AM the handwriting on the wall!

i’m the stuff that oozes down,

all in between the lines;

i’m the stuff that’s off the hook,

that says come on in for a closer look.

*****

straight up –

you ‘bout ta get sucka punched!

see . . . i told you up front,

and i still popped you in the eye.

why?

‘cause you don’t listen.

you don’t believe.

but worst of all,

you don’t even know

that you don’t even know.

*****

i was tryin’ ta get “blonde on blonde” witcha,

but, “u can’t c me”.

yeah, they wrote songs about you,

asking you to get it together,

but, you didn’t listen, you didn’t believe.

all that mess you spoutin’ ain’t nuthin’

but a whole lotta yang.

where the yin at, son?!

i know –

you just dazed and confused.

you just “talkin’ loud and . . . “

aw, you don’t know nuthin’ ‘bout that!

*****

bam!!  sucka punch!

*****

i aughta kick you in ya back

for sayin’ somethin’ stupid like that.

post-katrina?  post-racial?

ain’t nuthin’ “post” about this, baby girl!

it’s ongoin’, everlastin’, neverendin’.

and worst, it will be for forever

if you don’t open your eyes and understand

that you just don’t know what you don’t know, boi!

*****

aight . . . say it wit me: sucker punch!

*****

nah, y’all, i ain’t just hood, i’m good.

and i’m out.

copyright  2011  blackstarr

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“Plagierism is the steroid of the literary realm” – blackstarr

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Picture of “fist” from www.kaneva.com