5 am driving through the hood fearlessly
Because sitting in my passenger is a huge black man up to no good
Newports in my hair
Graffitti around these parts looks better
Than Wynwood
As the sun rises
Hitting all the homeless in the face
Sleeping on the sidewalks
I see a man stretching his arms,
As he unravels his cuccoon
Ready to fly through another day
Newport man points at a woman walking past,
Her grey baggy pants sloping
Her legs crisscrossing like shes cutting something up as she walks
But really she's just on crack
He told me that he knew her when she was fat
She looks towards a man down the road
And waves a flirty hand
He follows her home
Earlier in the night i see a skinny white girl
Walking around the club
I thought she was brave
For being down here alone
A couple of hours later i see her again
Waving an SUV down
They drove past and i saw her face crumple
The way gravel does
The car stops at a light
on the way towards her money
Newport man flags her down
She begs for a cigarette
But all she got was distraction
"Where are you from?"
Boston.
Her sweatshirt said so
I have a customer waiting for me,
I have to go
Newport man asks "what are you selling?"
She turns away and goes.
Another crackhead rolls up next to
The club parking
With a bike he stole from south beach
I know this because Newport man knows
Shirtless underneath a neon flimsy vest
That he stole from a valet stand
Smiling through gums at the drunk *****
Rolling past
Attempting to pretend
That he is the parking pass
Anything for some spare change
Anything for crack
And last but not least but not first is me
I just wanted some ****
Newport man said if i gave him a lap
Dance he would buy me some green
Instead the ***** gets skimped for a ten piece
When he paid twenty
And because my lap dance
Didnt have enough grinding
He didnt give it to me
And this is the general tone
Of Overtown.....
Addictions arent selective
by race, religion, creed.
All those people i met are just like me.

Where wants and needs meet
You plant a spoiled seed
Rotting everything
That intended to sprout
Innocence and purity

To live is to be marked
To own the words of a story

Beauty and perfection
Persuasion and possession
Fluorescent lights
lighting her *******

Why does the bathroom floor
seem so inviting for a breakdown?

Searching for another life
Black tears from make-up
running down eyes

I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I read this on the cover of a magazine
that my boss had asked me to throw out.
Over night it had been rained on,
the pages melting into each other.

I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I felt this as I leveled with the horizon,
the shore rubbing on me like your kisses
under the moon.

I listen to the ocean, and all I hear is you
I told you this through a drunken voicemail
half slurring, half purring about a love overflowing.
My heart is a cup leaking devotions that dry spells the ocean.

I listen to the ocean and all I hear is you.

On the precipice of something.
Legs dangling on a wet dock
washing wishes off my feet.
Trees don't heal like human beings,
they callus over the wound but continue
to rot inside.
My insides withering, lungs wheezing from smoking the blues.
Maybe I'll never get over it, but at least I'll make the impression.
Feeling less like a human and more like a tree when it comes to mending.