vio

watch from so far
that it looks like silhouettes
that it's all the same indistinct dark gray:
the knuckles
the blood

can't even see where it pools
from this distance

can't even hear anything
through this screen

and so when I get tired
I can lay back down
and roll over away

robbie q telfer party

song:
http://www.zshare.net/audio/631534229c0c6709/

man:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/RobbieQTelfer?ref=ts

who's the handsome ass man
with the sweater and grand
ol spirit and hands
full of work and chances
for the young kids
just tryina make a difference
wit no place to start
who lifts up the spark?
who stand behinds the cart
with they hands on the bumper
tryin to be a human jumper cable
keepin it stable as can be
no matter the strain
on bones
ggravity can
suck the pink scarf
when the young coofie robbie q
pushes a son through the dark
delivers a daughter from the flood
with blood and calls and tears
and bruise he did it for you
I know he did fr me
can we slap some palms together
for this g r e a t man
goddamned would I be
if this feller wan't dere fr me
can't understate what yca
done did fr freedomdumbdomdumb

what if robbie suddenly
decided to disappear
what if he really got kidnapped
snatched far away from here

I'd fight for the motherfucker
slice through the night
bomb days for right for my knight
to return


so the least I could do
is give this man 5 minutes
right, isn't it? isn't it?

I mean the whole damn quarter of
of young chicago authors
oughta be applauded from
ceecee to luis avery
nikki, toni
a dream team of people
treatin us as equals
dedicatin theyselves
to service of childrens
but the mascot of dis shit
sports spectacles
and the man just kills
on the stage in so many different ways
bustin sides and heads with the things
that he says
thank God mikey heff
met this nigga at a jam
right hand of the program
helpin helm
the best slam in da world
along with encyclopedia shows
and professor fliggins
worthy takercarerofer kevin coval's baby
ay yo fuck robbie q
that nigga so lazy

he even tried to get me backstage
at the dirty projectors concert
and did I mention I met questlove and common
thanks to the dude
how could you ever be rude
to a man so true
so glorious
so beautiful
so immortal
so invincible
I think cupid's bow
shot him to the center of this world
I swurr, I swurr!


what if robbie suddenly
decided to disappear
what if he really got kidnapped
snatched far away from here

I'd fight for the motherfucker
slice through the night
bomb days for right for my knight
to return

so the least I could do
is give this man 5 minutes
right, isn't it? isn't it?

what if robbie suddenly
decided to disappear
what if he really got kidnapped
snatched far away from here

I'd fight for the motherfucker
slice through the night
bomb days for right for the knight
to return

they say you'on get them flowers
till you gone
well here's some flora in beat formmm


"thanks for being the
cranky old man most of
us were missing at home"
- sarah winters


what if robbie suddenly
decided to disappear
what if he really got kidnapped
snatched far away from here

I'd fight for the motherfucker
slice through the night
bomb days for right for my knight
to return

so the least I could do
is give this man 5 minutes
right, isn't it? isn't it?

what if robbie suddenly
decided to disappear
what if he really got kidnapped
snatched far away from here

I'd fight for the motherfucker
slice through the night
bomb days for right for the knight
to return

they say you'on get them flowers
till you gone
well here's some flora in beats for himmm

I just keep thinking of rubber gloves

how you can get so much of me on your hands
and then discard with a breath

my bits
will congeal
and sit there
like a stone in my chest
and a : | on my face
like

. . . . . .

waiting

for your

I don't like looking people in the eyes
when I talk to them.

I mean, I can

I do in short bursts

but it does not come natural

you have to have something over me

either I am trying to flirt with you
or you have the ability to ruin me

often, these are the same coin

lines along the same drill

---

I am often loud
but I don't like confrontation

I think I am open, but
I do not touch people often
and I don't like people touching me
unless they are a love
-
when I get hurt, minor or major,
I ball it up
and maybe spit a little angst
here and there

to ears and spaces far away from the offense
(like this blog)

---

I know you know these
so just
please
don't
press me
against the dirt

just because you can get away with it

keystrokes

soft eyed and tangled
trailing stars that
keep outrunning
and swelling
right through my hands


told me it was gonna happen
but you know how sometimes
hope will saunter in front of the concrete
and shake a distraction

waiting for head to hit rock
and whistle back through the air
in a gorgeous little whiplash

and you can punctuate with song
"told ya so"

and I can sigh
back at the bottom of this

sitting,
twiddling thumbs in
rising blood

have fun dancing, y'all