The lessons I'm learning now will be clear to me later.
The smell of matches
Light refracting off metal skyscrapers
the ego of the Bronx
bodies holding space
sending a message
everyone is watching;
paying attention
worshipping the sidewalk
redemption at the top of buildings
that is what keeps things moving,
the matter that is stagnant.
God is height and so is success.
Forget about the stars, the moon, the sun.
Rich men think they can buy friends.
Instead they buy temporary connections;
Pride and prestige.
The men play pride, the women play prejudice.
Women are chasing the dollar in a man's eyes,
are you going to pay my cab tonight?
I'll blow you for some blow.
Just at the end of the night, take me home.
I have work tomorrow.
*** every night.
Staying in Jersey City
with a bunch of cats
and I'm playing mice