Jagged Thoughts #11 Rhyming Distortion

I need a pen
I want to draw a three on
Lined loose leaf
I want to sketch my dude
Waving signs of peace
A hat covering his eyes
A faint smile
I want to paint the city in the background
I want to have it say
“Boston’s Finest”
But I don’t want to lie
I just kick it like this in
My personal time
My drawings
My character
You might see him
As he stares back at ya
My
Character has learned
To not trust
Society
Unless you are in the
Brotherhood of
Poetry
Artists with sharpie markers
He trusts art
And I trust pain
But fools I know
Peace thru
Pain
I’ve seen it first hand
I’ve been drawing this dude
Since 2002
The only thing that has changed
Is the rhymes around it
You are all surrounded
And poetics is
Coming full
Circle
Man the storm
The music maker
Sense the original
Sick ass beats
And peace thru
Pain
My characters family
is odd.
But I am one of those
Drawings sketched on loose leaf
Coming alive

Psycheward celebrity
The stage is the break room
Taking medication
Before I go to sleep
Where I
Dream
And bridges animate
And I try and leave
But the gates close before
I get too close
A reoccurring dream
Afraid of success?
Maybe well back to
The mismatched rhyming
Loops and breaks
Loops and breaks
Letting my mind jump up
And down as wax tailor
Hits the one two Boom
Bap
Lyrics but mostly beats
Yeah I got to stop writing
My stop
Is next
I’ll pick this up again
Like a crossword
Word sudoku

 

Jason Wright is the founder and Editor of Oddball Magazine. His “Jagged Thoughts” column appears weekly.

James Conant is a Cambridge artist who has recently added photography to his skills, which include clay sculpture, pen and ink, montages, and pencil art. He is always available for work and collaboration.

 

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