"unc" poems - Hello Poetry

The slam poet in cords, in denim, rambles from neon beer haven to flybuzz brothel, cracking quiet jokes about soup to shiny junebugs in the relentless moonlight. One hundred dollars in thirty-five bills slowly retreat from wallet toward water-cut whiskey. He’s got a chapbook widely available at frozen yogurt shops across the metro; he’s got a tour in the works, tri-county, every middle school from Shawnee to Seminole; he’s got a collection of ex-girlfriends, made up almost entirely of wizened lesbians; he’s got an MFA from UNC Wilmington, and he shouts this more than speaks this from his treacherous barstool to the sleepy bartender. One of the girls, she takes him upstairs, and to her he says, Your freckles—islands in the sea of your milk-white skin. The night passes, warehouses are razed, and he watches the loft apartments emerge. The food trucks come. He parks beside them, typing poems made to order out of his trunk. The money flows in, crumpled and sweaty and in one-dollar denominations. The Old Fashions transfigure into Old English. And in his pocket thesaurus he looks for a word. It’s not vagrant, nor vagabond. It’s not homeless, nor wayward. He lies in the long shadow of a Midwestern sunset, starved and shaking. Up from the blackened city shrubs comes an indifferent breeze and just as he thinks the word Pauper, he dies one on the corner of 23rd and Western.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 4:14 PM UTC

jj-hutton

A Master of the Craft

The slam poet in cords, in denim, rambles from neon beer haven to flybuzz brothel, cracking quiet jokes about soup to shiny junebugs in the relentless moonlight. One hundred dollars in thirty-five bills slowly retreat from wallet toward water-cut whiskey. He’s got a chapbook widely available at frozen yogurt shops across the metro; he’s got a tour in the works, tri-county, every middle school from Shawnee to Seminole; he’s got a collection of ex-girlfriends, made up almost entirely of wizened lesbians; he’s got an MFA from UNC Wilmington, and he shouts this more than speaks this from his treacherous barstool to the sleepy bartender. One of the girls, she takes him upstairs, and to her he says, Your freckles—islands in the sea of your milk-white skin. The night passes, warehouses are razed, and he watches the loft apartments emerge. The food trucks come. He parks beside them, typing poems made to order out of his trunk. The money flows in, crumpled and sweaty and in one-dollar denominations. The Old Fashions transfigure into Old English. And in his pocket thesaurus he looks for a word. It’s not vagrant, nor vagabond. It’s not homeless, nor wayward. He lies in the long shadow of a Midwestern sunset, starved and shaking. Up from the blackened city shrubs comes an indifferent breeze and just as he thinks the word Pauper, he dies one on the corner of 23rd and Western.

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Zackamundo Rattah Tattah Battah Bag had Baghdad Diss? Quick Lynch... 1 Trillion Ton 50 Million Trillion Cash Nuclear Tip Missile Tank so Big Run-over ya crib Take the guns? NAH! GIVE US GUNS YAHH!! corners sweepers Government watching Clock mocking Hoes in line one a time.. Drop Em... Cooper, Rupert, Doobie, Super, durp, Dean, Lean, Quavo, D, T, L, Wayne, Trigg, G Floyd, Stem, B.A., Cam, B, G, C, Mii, Cashish, Rah, Rob, Raheem, Jake, Rasheem, Black, Unc, Baby, Gettah, Guttah, Z, Pete, Reese, Raymond, Reggie, Will... Ounce pound brick Brick house pound Cars ounce trash Death Dismay Hope, Prayer Love an Trust Faith in God **** 1 God Wrote a script Paint a picture A picture of... Fortune, Fame, wealth and royalties Pure loyalty King Torture Rip off your nails... Rip off your ears... Rip out your teeth an tongue... Cut off fingers toes 1by1... Stomp your leg and arm bones, Stab your **** Pour bleach on you with gas... Choke you in an out of consciousness Repeat... You're future is tortured, Mark My Words, Don't Quote me ***

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Oct 25, 2021

Oct 25, 2021 at 11:12 PM UTC

ZACKAVELLI

Trash and Trades Cash and Paid by: Z-Pac

Zackamundo Rattah Tattah Battah Bag had Baghdad Diss? Quick Lynch... 1 Trillion Ton 50 Million Trillion Cash Nuclear Tip Missile Tank so Big Run-over ya crib Take the guns? NAH! GIVE US GUNS YAHH!! corners sweepers Government watching Clock mocking Hoes in line one a time.. Drop Em... Cooper, Rupert, Doobie, Super, durp, Dean, Lean, Quavo, D, T, L, Wayne, Trigg, G Floyd, Stem, B.A., Cam, B, G, C, Mii, Cashish, Rah, Rob, Raheem, Jake, Rasheem, Black, Unc, Baby, Gettah, Guttah, Z, Pete, Reese, Raymond, Reggie, Will... Ounce pound brick Brick house pound Cars ounce trash Death Dismay Hope, Prayer Love an Trust Faith in God **** 1 God Wrote a script Paint a picture A picture of... Fortune, Fame, wealth and royalties Pure loyalty King Torture Rip off your nails... Rip off your ears... Rip out your teeth an tongue... Cut off fingers toes 1by1... Stomp your leg and arm bones, Stab your **** Pour bleach on you with gas... Choke you in an out of consciousness Repeat... You're future is tortured, Mark My Words, Don't Quote me ***

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Whass hannin unc ? How you doin' unc? You doin' alright unc ? that's good unc I'm glad you good unc What's that unc? What you say unc ? You need money .. ? Na unc I can't help ya I see you everyday on this block Beggin for help Not once have u ask me if I need anything I can't give you money unc I'd rather date a Waffle House waitress 211 Steal reserve breath or gin On a good day The bottle controls you unc I've watch you deteriorate Year after year on this block You know the dope boys at dollar general don't **** with you They tease and throw lil dollas at you man And I don't like you hanging with Marty unc You know he's off the "hair-ron" That's not a good look And I gave you a purple sweater Last week unc Do you still have it ? Don't tell me you traded it ... See unc This is why you here I hope you alright This time next year

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Nov 4, 2015

Nov 4, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC

pardonmydrip

Whass hannin Unc?

Whass hannin unc ? How you doin' unc? You doin' alright unc ? that's good unc I'm glad you good unc What's that unc? What you say unc ? You need money .. ? Na unc I can't help ya I see you everyday on this block Beggin for help Not once have u ask me if I need anything I can't give you money unc I'd rather date a Waffle House waitress 211 Steal reserve breath or gin On a good day The bottle controls you unc I've watch you deteriorate Year after year on this block You know the dope boys at dollar general don't **** with you They tease and throw lil dollas at you man And I don't like you hanging with Marty unc You know he's off the "hair-ron" That's not a good look And I gave you a purple sweater Last week unc Do you still have it ? Don't tell me you traded it ... See unc This is why you here I hope you alright This time next year

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The scarf caused confusion To his ignorant thoughts Consumed by hatred and violence He rang out eight shots The media danced In a pathetic flurry Talking of "parking spots" And "those Muslim students" First things first It was a hate crime The killer had been to their house More than one time He condescended He threatened He talked down Like bigots do Yet this is something The media tends to ignore Let's focus on something less tense Like a nice little parking spot Next it must be said That these were Americans Just because they're not white Doesn't mean they weren't born here Yet let the media dance continues Label them simply as "Muslims" It's easy to forget When it's just an "other" So the story obscures While these three young people are dead Will Obama come to their defense Or start another war instead

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 12:22 PM UTC

the-jolteon

UNC Thoughts and Reflections

The scarf caused confusion To his ignorant thoughts Consumed by hatred and violence He rang out eight shots The media danced In a pathetic flurry Talking of "parking spots" And "those Muslim students" First things first It was a hate crime The killer had been to their house More than one time He condescended He threatened He talked down Like bigots do Yet this is something The media tends to ignore Let's focus on something less tense Like a nice little parking spot Next it must be said That these were Americans Just because they're not white Doesn't mean they weren't born here Yet let the media dance continues Label them simply as "Muslims" It's easy to forget When it's just an "other" So the story obscures While these three young people are dead Will Obama come to their defense Or start another war instead

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wandering, wandering UNC Franklin Street definitely southern me?

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Sep 29, 2019

Sep 29, 2019 at 1:41 PM UTC

myqualyxians

I've often wondered

wandering, wandering UNC Franklin Street definitely southern me?

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