Visual Writes: Street Art Series, 003


Photo: candylocs- 2016, Detroit, MI


I knew this girl
She said
she said she didn’t care for music much
I paused
I paused the beat in my head that kept my nod on point
point of the needle
spinnin vinyl
How could you not?
How could you not let music take you
sweep you away to ok
an ok that makes struggle a wonder
one hit wonder
I wonder what it’s like in silence
the silence of life and times
I’ll find the need to go blind
before my mind loses all notes
They gather to melody that repeats it’s poetry
again and again
She said
she said she couldn’t concentrate
with lyrics buzzin as flies do
sweeping them away with bothered fingers and flicks of wrist
she insists
insists that all those words are made to distract
a distraction she has no time for
I sweep my fingers and flick my wrist
sweep away her words
her flies
An approaching drum swells
voices hum wells
The song is back
I nod to the beat in my head
keeping the needle on point
spinnin vinyl.


Visual Write: Street Art Series


Photo: candylocs-2016 Detroit, MI

The Coming

I walk to keep time on my side
Can’t bother to stop
for man on side
calling  for eyes to slide
their way
Women talking amongst
for eyes to slide
their way
Wind rushes to find spots
to slip
underneath tight coats
blistered faces
wait for sun
Not soon enough
Gray springs to life
in these days of light
Buds poke only to hide out
Just one more day
Spring is coming.