Your point of heroics you so excitingly take as risk
when it just means you’re a jackass, just took six bullets to the heart,
from a gun loaded with somebody’s unmentioned soul.
When your first word, first verb of action, should of penetrated,
cut through, bust somebody’s vessel, it left a flesh wound, somebody took it and made you a mute,
because you won’t listening to the first verse of Do it Now:€
The first cut should be the deepest, to penetrate…€
No longer linked to nobody, somebody is the shit now. Somebody won’t be silhouetted curses of ain’t it a dream
won’t be the first thing tagged as a backlash
ricocheted as pastime masquerades, as a nigger being lynched on a page. Ain’t it made easy regular, unmade uneasy irregular
in whichever mode of horror, so subtly exhausted, so abruptly gassed-out.
Recently, I did a radio show on Washington Heights Free Radio (WHFR) and it was a blast. I’ve been a guest reader for a WHFR event (see and listen here), but now I will be dj-ing every last Wednesday of the month at 9:00pm (streaming live off the web) as Calypso Sally and the name of my program is Broad Strokes, Yay!.
Why Broad Strokes? Well, I’ve never been the type to pigeonhole myself into one particular genre, so I thought what better way to express my eclectic taste but by playing different types of music. I’m always looking for something new to listen to. So if you’re in a band (or you know someone in a band ) send me an email: firstname.lastname@example.org.