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Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Day 30: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

Photo by Gina Myers

(Collaboration with Megan Burns and Gina Myers, Atlanta)

"chest...caved in, mess on the pavement"
-Lil Wayne

Dear Weezy:

outlined this blue, a world of debt accrued
turning every day into something worthy
& new, blacklisted I bite down on
a slipping beat. Chew on that [for
a bit] ashy-mouth shapes form a gesture
in thrown shades.
My shadow tattooed to the sidewalk
iced or blown, a specific song for any
outlands, a specific object for best
intentions, like a chasing--
blazed down a path, a satellite
of pretensions, an art of mistakes
and the mistaken, rapt gaze caught
on the link joining the last hook to the break.
[Take it all down.] Restart the tape
till shuttering a slammed down solution gutters
down the page. This the new sound,
the future splintered, it's grappling a precise
measure tamped down to its tight lip.

Megan Burns & Gina Myers

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Day 28: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

"there goes that monster" 
 -Lil Wayne

Beauty Selections

slumped outstare a moaning, this gristle torn 
put song under black wing, a typical cutting
look mama, a roaring
What I said was I hardly know you anymore
almost seated camera side, glanced
that myth: you ate it up & again
how do you let go of someone
who falls into you
urgent urgent this morning's whirr
case studies of girls who seize 
who pose the pretty laced set
take it this dollar bill
the boy has a name for everything
the knots, the loops
a just imagined below the surface
ruined decay of where we break apart
the way water crushes you as you go deeper
the way your own body turns against you
as you rise : a calling in separate tongues

Day 27: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

desire as the trade 
of what you move around in
beyond an eliciting of words
say you keep the loss of where you thought
a half of what you meant to say
I remember you from the first moment we met
it happens and then it happens again
some bodies beyond the touch of trespass
this recording captures the slip
stumbled forward to press this time a bit short
you always pull away and the scene clips
I didn't know the name of the game we played
stolen back along water where we watched till no sun
once we were and this life is tethered to regret
tried wishing that arc of your life crossed closer
not broken lighted across these doorways
the last time we walked away from the levee
there was no looking back
let it rise as it rises
let the black night stay closer to you
than I will ever muster

"gave up on love
fucking with those heartbeakers" 

 -N. Minaj

Friday, April 26, 2013

Day 26: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

"No air stirs, but the music steeps the center --
It is not the sea, but what floats over it." 
- Louis Zukofsky [A-2]

An Other Song

The boys are exiled and generous. The boys have fallen and there is no ignoble gesture too paltry to sweep the errors. The boy is a phantasm of where the parting began fresh as a daisy then dirtied clouds of aphorisms. This boy turns outward in a company constantly or all arts the wind blows. Like and unlike, this one is a manufacturer; he unwalled porticoes in a child's shoring scale of colors. Like everything in America, the boy holds centuries of barbarism in his skin. Then the boy is an executive asset, a simple and smooth machine that cannot doubt nor quite muster indifference. Feed and be fat for no reason at all, this boy keeps a lock down on language, this boy is unaware of the deftness of magpies. "He hath a legion of angels." But don't wonder what martyrs our own offices have futured in a yesterday ceremony: for the next ten thousand years, imagine this book a standard equal to mastery, equine to the flatlands. 

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Day 25: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month


it was all I could hear any longer
the concept of gesture
the concept of civility
this concept of generalizations: can I 
be a certain kind of celebrated?
came home to a dark but not long 
and never lonely this way of travel
to make an anomaly
you must begin anomalous
can't help wanting to be rescued
I was programmed that way
a distinction in belief if you believe the world
can hold you or it can't
you get all the tries to get it right
until trying is a face of failure
you can't complete
can I be a less than 
culpable story repeated till 
fumbling all day so beauty
shatters the points receding

Day 24: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

"I came from there and I promise you do not want to go there." -Lil Wayne

New Orleans

suicidal doors a walkabout in dissarray
some cities come higher or better leveled
this haphazard warrants deathing & decrees its last
surrender, ward to a warding off collected bits
of oracles so the winds blow right or neither
this lessened wishful thinking: rotations
record spins, a storm's caress in repetition
taught the game new syntax for color
models in constraints, for money
you spit tracked back over barricades
through borders, skeins of barnacled
ropes tied sternside for unraveling
boys in their smallest faces
taking their bodies out into the sun
did you ever doubt in your radical
dreaming that all that everything
was just within hand's grasp
and still so much would stay
irretrievably the same

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Day 23: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

"the writer you are in relation to the deaths you have experienced..." -Lil Wayne

"a moment of terror/ happening every day she/ every day forgets." -Anne Carson

A Project

fielded children in the wayside, a gathering so they squared brick by brick
a city is a drumming, where you congregate, where you push back
& here, a culture slips streeted beats, it is irreverent, then too the martyrdom
of being skinned & of being gendered & of being bodied in a place
that crumbles, in the ruins where we built up from disaster
now the arc is towards white plains swept clean the erasing of doubt
how to monster what we feared what was invisibility is now too clear
occluded: can you build a big enough cage to hold the rage
one by one escaping is a poor tool for making
you break down the master demos for a moneying
forget the places that etched clay red dust into your soles
you carry around the bullet hole that got away
here dying in dozens and dozens & the ones that get
away, sent away, back & back to Angola
a city is where your life span is 18
a city is where old age for certain men
is a never arriving space

Monday, April 22, 2013

Day 22: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

Absolving Distance

once in a once again threaded to an ancient backslide in a gracing, i timbered wishful in small steps a stoning, a remembered where wondered how footprints mark a way out, an exit strategy well rehearsed, a number of poems you can't recall so there is no making up for where you falter, then you retrieve who you once were or in other days you place the lid back on tighter, i couldn't help but daughter, it was contritionless, never having confessed as i was absent on the day of atonement but went down into the confirmation of shapely sins & without reckoning, wanted a god smack the way you speak to yourself before you fall asleep, the way the day rolls on as if we are not pathward to extinction, a plateau of no worries, you slumber in a welling of gentler illusions

Day 21: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month


[frame 1]

between object and open window
morning            barely swiveled
pitcher       jewelry box    pearls    table       chair
woman     water      jug     still   point

bathed sunlight     she merges

resolves    trapped     wedged

map to jut

very neck        ghosts of 

unruffled         trans/mute          

[frame 2] 

still waters

centered     absence      orate       bottles     decor 

gas lights sidewalks      glitz    frenzy       barscape

trapeze sail        chandeliers    women spin    of love

glass thoughts 

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Day 20: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

"it helps me to imagine I'm still alive" 
-Jean Rhys

"So the heart breaks 
Into small shadows" 
-J. Spicer

"doves exist, dreamers, and dolls
killers exist, and doves, and doves;
haze, dioxin, and days; days
exist, days and death; and poems
exist; poems, days, and death"
-I. Christensen

Dear Worldling Under Fire

where a new ocean is forming
imagine a continent
i tried to quit 
six seeds summer side 
walked dark version a splitting 
told mother about a break
line the copse in devil's tongue
temporal experiment
don't believe a girl who wanders
isn't asking to be cut 
there is consumption
there is every waking minute
you can't go deep enough
or write it out 
years enough to ever 
make it stop 
you gloss & mute
a gushing wipes the slate clean
wonder these waters 
how we witness their ending

Day 19: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

 Dialectics of Intertextuality

1) That you will be loved or you will not be loved.

2) That you will love someone and they will know it or you will love someone and they will not know it. 

3) That you will be loved by someone and know it or you will be loved by someone and not know it. 

4) That you will love someone and they will love you in return or that you will love someone and they in turn will love someone other than you.

5) That you will love someone and at that time they will love you or that you will love someone and at that time they will not love you. 

6) That you will be loved by someone and at that time you will not love them or that you will be loved by someone and at that time you will love them.

7) That you will be loved conditionally or you will be loved unconditionally.

8) That you will be loved indefinitely or that you will be loved for a definite amount of time. 

9) That you will love conditionally or that you will love unconditionally. 

10) That the love you receive will fill a gap in your self or that it will not.

11) That the love that you give will change another person or that it will not.

12) That the love created between any two people changes the world or that it does not.

13) That the love broken between two people changes the world or that it does not.

14) That you will love all that you are meant to or that you will not.

15) That love comes to the heart by way of the breath which is the line or that it does not.

16) That all love is an afterthought, a memory or that it is not.

17) That love in the world is declining or that it is not. 

18) That we are a successful species because we have learned to love or that we are not.

19) That all love is a performance or that it is not.

20) That love does not exist or that it does. 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Day 18: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

Found Poem 

  •  Face Tattoos
    • “Fear of God” on his eyelids with a cross above the ‘of’ between his eyes
    • Saints which is the Fleur de Lis Symbol with “Orleans” above it
    • “Misunderstood” and 2 rows of stars with some of them being ultraviolet
    • “I Am Music” above his right eye
    • Cracks coming from his hairline at the top of his hairline and also on the sides of his chin as well as various other parts of his body
    • 3 tattoo tears, 2 under his right eye, 1 on the left side of his mouth, and 1 under his left eye which he covered up with a symbol because his mother said he had too many tattoo tears. He’s also admittedly said that he’s never killed anyone and that he got the tattoo tears simply because he wanted to see how it looked and once he saw it, he liked it.
    • “Tune” next to left ear which is short for Lil Tunechileoncious, a nickname his grandmother gave him as a child
    • A smileyface on the inside of bottom lip
  • Lil Wayne Neck Tattoos
    • “Lucky Me” under his left ear
    • “Soo Woo” under his left ear for his bloods
    • A flower placed right below “Lucky Me”
    • “W” and the name “Weezy” on the right side of his neck which represents his nickname.
    • A gun on the right side of his neck that covered up “I Am Pimp”
    • “Blessed” in the middle of his throat, but it was later covered up with “You”
    • “YM” which is the Young Money logo on the left side of his neck
  • Lil Wayne Hands Tattoos
    • “Steel” on the back of his left hand
    • “Concrete” on the back of his right hand
    • “Sqad Shit” on the backs of his fingers
    • “Hot” on one hand and “Boy” on the other hand which is a group that he was a member before going solo.
    • In each of his palms he has “A Gun” and “The World” so that he can always say he has them in his hands
    • “Trigger” on his finger
  • Lil Wayne Back Tattoos
    • A filled in sillouette of a plastic army man
    • An outline of Louisiana
    • A Skull
    • Prayer/Bible passages
      • “Give me the patience that I need
        To keep my piece of mind,
        And with life’s cares,
        I hope, Dear God,Some happiness to find.
        Give me the courage to face life`s trials
        and not to from troubles run.
        let me keep this thought in mind.Thy Will,” not “Mine,” be done.”
  • Lil Wayne Arms Tattoos
    • “Nae Nae” on each of his forearms which is his daughter, Reginae’s nickname
    • Right fore arm is his birthday and Birdman has same tattoo
    • The Rolls Royce symbol on his left bicep with “Thugged” running vertically next to it
    • A microphone on his left arm
    • Flames running up his arms
    • “Loyalty” & “I Be Power” on his right bicep
    • Numerous tattoo tears in a pattern similar to bandana across the both of his arms
    • An alien on his left arm
    • A marijuana leaf near the wrist of his left arm
    • “Lauren” on his right forearm to show his love for Lauren London that has a very long history that was later covered up with “Carter”
    • “Rabbit” on his right forearm in memory of his lost step-father, Reginald Carter
    • A star on his right forearm
    • The “ESPN” logo on the back of his left arm
    • Dice on his left shoulder
    • “Baby” and “Slim” on each of his shoulders
    • A matching tattoo of his birth date that Birdman also has in the same area on his arm
  • Lil Wayne Chest & Stomach Tattoos
    • A skull on the upper right side of his chest
    • “Bang Bang” the top of his chest in memory of his lost step-father who was shot to death
    • “Life’s A Gamble” on the upper left side of his chest
    • “Cash Money” on his stomach which is his record label
    • “17″ on his abs which represents 17th ward of New Orleans
    • “MOB” which stands for Money Over Bitches
    • “Cause They Breed Envy” on a banner below “MOB”
    • “Damu” (Swaheli word meaning blood like) in red ink between the letters in “MOB” respresenting his Blood gang ties
    • “Piru” (first Blood set out of Los Angeles, CA) in red ink above a red skull that’s placed overtop “Cash Money” & “17″
    • “Apple & Eagle” representing the streets he grew up in New Olreans
    • “BM JR” standing for Birdman Junior
    • 5 Red Stars across the top of his chest
    • “RIP T.B.”
    • On each side of his ribs, he has stars just above wings

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Day 17: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

I saw a butterfly
in hell


remember when there
was a time
when you believed
in something

sometimes it doesn't get better
and there is no bottom

there's just lists
of phrases
we tell each other
to pass the hours

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Day 16: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

Still from the Love Me Video 

a bleeding
lost bitches 
assaulted not skinned
not faced
under moss drips
i will clean this 
bright at the core
light to light in the reddening
failure to clan
cubicled in evil
i will erase
sleeping in the war zone
so many pasts past
i echo this trespass
wipe the words about
till the smell of this staining
comes clear

Monday, April 15, 2013

Day 15: 30 Days of Weezy for National Poetry Month

dr. carter to the rescue
(collaboration b/w Megan Burns & Geoff Munsterman) 
no kids & no dinner to make — i take my lack of life
seriously patient dying but the truth is doctors
warp round the last religious ablations, satiate
the pain of failure with god complex & dexadrine
percentages toyed more than what sick get
because people die whether you is helping or is not
so winged trespass a wrought level to escape
just get paid & keep low the malpractice suits
blazed sorrows in cases shaped a seizing
keep grinning through burnt chest procedures
& just so you know i’m worried all the time
you will take your life before i do
that Sexton/Biggie mashup playing Ready & Waiting
under stubbornness rewound low brow humor
where we elbowed interrupted by moments
of connection it’s imperfect at best, just a figment
at worst, & conditional on my grateful yeses always
every mouthpiece locked gravel pitch bit the curb
where it would’ve been appropriate to hold you when
there is no other, my cock washed is a fraternal
refraining a gold dusting that splatters dashed
 wishful thinking b) habit or c) fucking pointless
because i’m a cab driver, doorman, doormat fat boy
a coffee-brewing, dogshit collecting, poem-revising
solicitor of no futurists chasing covenants so any
punching bag craves a body bag: he counts driving
all the bridges from where i keep my books to where
she before disappearing the obscure wrestles herself
in gym clothes nosing the door the be let back inside
having read them never matters. it doesn’t now. riddled
in a knotted pull over i force interest these days
because it pays to discover there is nothing left to
hunger dark nouns in a creasing dirt & river, the sex
was good but you learn to turn that brain wave off
unconditional     a lie     of course it is but what comes
from saying it aloud & be not dead tonight be better
than okay even if dying parallel to the crated cement
i found & taken i’d know it’s out there but where there
are four bridges from bedroom to the bar & cops
park sullenly at the feet of three of them. when
you are roped:  coal-colored city of domestic ache
i’m the doctor & you’re the patient don’t expect
to get better—no other, i make no bed in no, i tell
what is dark to the light, a blaming ends doubled
you my throat music. i reply knife. Time kinder,
rewind the tape & let the music move closer.