Dear Diary
I wish everything was Irie
Mind once filled with phat rhymes
And now they lookin’ wiry
Feels like the muse has left me with loads that be hefty
These bells got me dumb
Wanting to succumb
To the sound of nothing touching nothing
Cause despite my use of words even that becomes something
But I digress boo
I must confess blues to you in incandescent hues
Although 12’s a common size
No one can where my shoes
This situation’s Alannis
In other words ironic
The only time I write is regarding writer’s block
Which is like watching ships just sit at the dock
Hard place and a rock
You’ll find me in between
Looking through my view for anything to glean
Perhaps I’ll find it in the news
Nobodies seen my muse
Can’t form a search party because my rent is almost due
I haven’t any clues
Like plumb with the pipe
In the living room at night getting’ right
It’s like an unsolved mystery with a truncated history
Outside it’s warming up but inside it’s getting blistery
I guess misery loves company,
Or company loves misery
My muse is raping me, put out an APB
Even now thought are fadin
I can’t remember what I plotted
It’s like my hands ain’t fast enough to think it up and jot it
Oh she’s crafty like a Beastie Boys quote
Switched her location and left it on a sticky note
Used to be my private dancer
When I call her
She don’t answer
Hard to stay in contact because she never calls me back
But sometimes we connect when she calls me collect
She’ll fix me with a quicky
Never get that good sex
Can’t keep my brain wet
It’s dry from all the friction
From everyday hassles fuckin’ up my diction
Two-minute vision, then I bust
Trying to find stimulation in air molecules and particles of dust
From that whence we came
Ejaculation stains
from a perturbed poet
simply trying to maintain
so even though I wasn’t with you
I’m still glad I came
Cause this is the only way I know how to alleviate the pain…