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surfboard

surfboard
don’t do it

i’m riding this wave

i won’t misbehave

i might even shave

i promise

i’ll keep it rough

and keep it to myself

be in my lane

stay on the left

i promise

just leave the light off

i’ll read in the dark

don’t leave the toys out

i’m making my mark

i won’t be lonely by doing this wholely

and solely alone

don’t try to control me me

i’m making this art

painting portraits of greatness

with words from the heart

making prophecy profit

setting it apart

from the rest of vision

killin from the start

i promise

the devil is a lie

don’t be that guy

don’t kill my vibe

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and live

orientation
orientation

stay black

that is

beyond ahead of the curve

the curve bender

the angle maker

steeply intrinsically literally

rooted in suns

hewn from earth

sibling to the wolf

to the air

to unknown

stay too intentional

to fit in round boxes

look awkward in uniforms that

don’t fit the form

unfit for a god

while becoming who you are

stay free

to love

to build

free as a function

reflective of rivers

at the center of humanity

teeming with more life than oceans

and live

that is

stay live

be lit

keep it trill

and soulshining in a garden of

bad substitutes

my negus

and live

chocolate addict

fiend
fiend

i can’t get past your aesthetic

hope you don’t mind

i got married for

the lifetime supply of chocolate

you just

overflow with loveliness

quencher of this manhood

attracted to the cocoa

dripping just south

from the center of your soul

trill

artesian
artesian

she could cuss you clean

and get god to move

a mountain

a bullet

a meth lab

too

did things

quick to get other folk killed

she never played a part

always fit the bill

sunrise in the bittermost winter

upon behest

warm and penetrating

just like her request

wind and hail subside

for the kids to go to school

she was real

she was true

she wrote the damn rules

lower case s curl

arabian night
arabian night

don’t be mad my homie look

like three stacks

and yo side chick look like

she been weed whacked

don’t hate cuz

my play clothes neat

and yo son hair look

like taco meat

don’t trip that you been

halfway round the world

and never before seen

a lower case s curl

don’t front them boyz

who ain’t been to church

they too heavy

to dodge the search

don’t beef with turkeys

who ain’t flyin the coop

they too chicken

to stay out the soup

flip it

exhibit f
exhibit f

i found my soul in a

dimly lit room

rank with unfiltered cigarette smoke

tired walls

hyper aged by cuss words

stained with residue from weak stomachs

in drunken men

wading through heartbreak

impressions in the carpet

showed where a pool table must have rested heavily for generations

two suede oxfords underneath grey pinstriped pant legs

cut off by shadow

led to an old man i could not see

and i knew

i knew i did not want that life

that life did not want me to live

let me die another day

El Shiitake

Bryon Boi

some say
i am a melinated god
house of the stardust dressing the cosmos
hailing from an alien domain
that i am the seed of earth lovers
with peace pipes
and frybread
that my kind was nasty
loving neanderthals
created in ancient labs
born of cave shadows
that i am a byproduct of rape
as a partner of genocide
babylonian captivity
i say
i could be part treefrog
mixed with sugar
and a little styrofoam
by any other name
i’d still be the shit

upstream

image
after earth-ish

i turn the tv off
put my phone on vibrate
get bucket nekked
eat a kale salad with pumpkin seeds
lay on the floor
daydream of the grass and sand
touched by human’s feet
but not it’s ambition
not for a lack of balance
i don’t channel silence
to combat an excess of noise and movement
no
not the rhythm and vibrado of life
i just miss the way it used to be
how pure the oceans were
before we made them highways
how true the air would breathe
until we priced it
how rich the crust of earth was
when it was enough
the way things used to be

the saints

for the stalwart sweetheart
accustomed to leadership with trails of dirt
reaching out in every direction
for the little black girl
whose gospel saves her
makes her whiter than snow
for the believer
with deeper roots in humanity
than the bones of his religion
i love you
i love you
i love you

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