pumping words like
like base
     they burn me free
  a matchstick on sunset
lines more chronic
     than sensi
 visions hitting the brain
     a 9mm art slug
i set aside illegal substance
   (for now)
and get lifted
     on a lyrical drug

space between two blades
     where the pen is borne
 write myself off the cross
sign my name with
     bloody thorns

words tasted
   is time wasted
chug them down
     binge and purge
 razorcut pens
cut mirrored lines
     on a midnight urge

bitchsmacking sonnets
   stanzas are what
     i'm pimpin
  my haiku is getting stronger
a swift line here
     leaves pages limping

pump my fist to
  kerouac beats
and roll deep
  down bukowski streets
words got me ee cumming
  between 8x11 sheets

   not a poet
 just a writer
          
          (nigga what?)

    that's how i see it
i take the words
  and dance the truth
         
          (nigga who?)
   
    don't be it
               free it