Hot boys express emotion  
in the resonance and width  of their exhausts
in pipe dreams of measurement
in the rev and roar of super heated motors
mixing spark and sensibility
in the sudden screech and stretch of rubber
marking asphalt and *****-u-men
out there in the middle ground
where the road humps.  

Hot boys light up the night with high beams
cruise the darkest alleyways of masculinity
challenging old men at intersections -
in their soft leather seats and euro-neat boxes
of air-conditioned luxury and debt -
to pole position and the chequered flag of fortune.

Hot boys in cars that throb with bass notes
and bootilicious chick lyrics -
sung by black boys wicked in the zone
always bragging ’bout their bone
and how they make the ***** moan -
snarl abuse at walking women
fragile objects on the pavement shelves
shaped colour lost in time
that pass beyond their touch and reach.
                                                                                                  
Hot boys are tiny traces of an oil rich mixture
trailing blue smoke in their wake
foot to the floor high stakes, top geared no brakes
as they snake round the hills and the hairpin bends
as they wrap tight trees at the crash, crush end
and the hot boys cool in the night.

I planted seeds in my head because I want my mind to grow,
I want to understand not just say I simply know,
If you really pay attention fast happens so very slow,
I know we share this light by the way that your eyes glow,
If someone makes you mad then you gave them your permission,
And I hope we all make it I don't care for competition,
I have to take a stand and love is my position,
You'll never lose your way if you follow your intuition,
Repeated situations can train our eyes to see,
That it's a choice not just chance to live life happily,
They tell us "be what we want" then they won't let us be,
I had to turn around and tell them "all I am is me",
You become what you are by realising what you're not,
I want you to think free and forget about the box,
We're from different walks of life but we share the same sox,
And there's no need to rush because time is all we've got.

Holding fast -
To everything I've ever known.
I keep slipping -
Into old habits.
I'm tired -
Of being comfortable in this dingy cocoon.
All I want -
Is nothing more than
To break free -
And emerge, a new.

Why do it today, when I can do it tomorrow?
I’ll just let my responsibilities grow until they rival Kilimanjaro

I’m young and I’m free
Life looms before me
Vaster than any sea
I have all the time in the world to become the person I want to be

So with that attitude in mind
I put off the daily grind
The more I do this the more I’m confined
Eventually I’ll fall much too far behind

The trouble is, they say, you think you have time
So you let it fly by, and put off finding something sublime
While this goes on it seems all well and fine
Until at the end
You’re the victim of your own terrible crime

It was cold. And  quick.
Not the moment my heart was torn, but
The second it was put back together, so quickly.
So happily.
So lovingly.

All of a sudden;
I don't know how we got here,
But we cannot stay

tires squeal
1... 2... 3...
breathe.
the moments collapse into each other
as the memories fill the streets
the refraction of hope
off the glass of shattered dreams
3 seconds, 2 seconds, 1 second, stop
soul flees the body
for your heart stopped
the world continued to spin
even when your world proceeded to stop
one second sooner
one second later
consequence of choices
the youthful invisibility
becomes reality
when their memory fills the empty space
all because of one choice
one too many...