“bloombox”
(thee infinite entendre)


seems like people

don’t get my quadruple entendre
shall we quintuple it ?.?
(ayyo Wee G? …put that tape in the deck)
 

it goes over their heads like the overhead
on the who’s quadrophenia, ovastand

more people bought it in quadrophonic
(than there are those who speak my dialect)

it’s like finding a used copy
with only one disc in it
side 3 scratched to shit
like a meniscus slipped
torn & twisted
like the porn stuck inside
my vision…
call me… hurricane d’ nile

like, a feminist
asking you to choose a side

you listen to side 4
like getting the third amendment
without the first, second, or fourth
like getting drafted for the armed forces
when we shouldn’t even be at war

imagine, all the people…
no, nevermind
i guess i’ll catch you on the flip side
 

i’m like a who’s who
of quadruple platinum
but i let it be
like jimi with the feedback
if i jimmy on this lock

we could all get free, let’s
get poppin’

ready or not
watch it soar high above
like a dove…
like street crack in the nasdaq
i heard nature is a whore
whachu say about my mama?
i’m not a menace 2 society
but they lied to me
and tried to ride on me
so like dennis the menace
i set a trap on the floor
like home alone #144
this time i flip the script

& (*chk-chk*) “kabloom”
the intruder’s dead

said the shotgun to the head

we ain’t playing no more
 

i said: i don’t want to go to war
& no i don’t have a gun,
so i’m taking yours.

feeling stupid like

the new bill
& ted, i mean neo

sitting down for tea with
a ted talk, auricle oracle
speaking in tongues

calabria 2019
ancient runes in the sun

like a tongue twista
this chi is ill
asking what if it’s
the empire who’s lying
twisting around the block
slithering like a caduceus
with twin glocks in my arsenal
if you want wings, i got ’em
& i hit dat note in uh
de middle…
like william blake, poetry is my pistol
stupid fucking white man

i got a gleam in my eye

like a cryst’al paradise (of crystals)
i keep spending most of my life
deprived of light
while parasites recite
paraphrased slights
of the imagination

i mean slander
blind to see
that the ones we hurt
are you & me…


i said
i’m like a who’s who
of quadruple platinum
cannon in the booth
like chris, i’m notorious
thug love on the boombox
proof on my milk box
i only got one chance to advance
losing myself, like

they don’t even make vanilla m&ms…
i ain’t about that life
never ever stabbed somebody
with a knife
but if you’re that desperate
to ride in a hearse,
you could be the first.
 
i said
i’m like a who’s who
of quadruple platinum

a scrupulous actor
conceived by immaculate conception
read backwards, i’m a reborn virgo
like michael jackson
nobody knows the truth

they press mute and the point’s moot
(*scratch record*)

like r. kelly, ynw
why in the world
would a brother
do these things to another
it’s on my mind…
got me wondering
if maybe they didn’t

or maybe they did
but either way they do the time?
is that right?

i can’t pretend to know
it goes to show,
i ain’t got nothing to show for it
ghost dad, bill cosby
groping for a light in the dark
but i can’t forget
the central park five
we lied on them
so take a minute & let that spark
around inside your head
so many tears
ignite like gasoline
on the whisper that says
i’m better off dead like…
nah, i’m better off alive
& i feel like

ima have to fight for this
 

step to me, and you might
lose your might like a kid
the dog, everybody dying
crying like a big baby

cause the well to your power ran dry
no lying

be grateful
for a second chance
at life
i feel like
i shouldn’t have to ask for my rights.
“one nation under god,
we hold these truths
to be self-evident”

you see, it says it right there
(wee g?)
 

you know i’m
fire signz like a fucking
grand fire trine
baby jesus just walked
off a grand cardinal cross
floss my fear
like a cardinal bomp

crooked am i & i,
like cupid’s arrow

like i’m gemini, or rather simonon
teardrops in my left eye, leonine
like the cat emoji, bro please

i clash like a sagittarius
(precariously ashing my nicotine)
(one part kendrick, one part king-tech
i’m not wearing a vest…
i make a mess of your chest
with your own fucking bullet spray
when your heart catch this ricochet)
(from the bosom of my iron breast, yes)
fragile like a magi, i’m anghellic
like an archangel in the belly
of this beast,
two parts n.i.n.a., makaveli
up in this b–, hail mary
like a magdalene, descending
my name is…
pali by way of inanna
annapurna for your prana
but i can be kali, if you wanna
(follow me, sister
hail mary…brother, run with me)
sway with me like the meadow
dew in the mourning, daylyt
by way of the knight
understand the oversight,
like a lightning strike
8 billion watts bright
(this, is our plight)
like a firefly on an ocean wave
give me serenity, or give me pain
diss my grace, if i’m the enemy of peace
but put some respect on my kin’s names
(s)words are weapons
basic premise
 
self-defence,
by any means necessary
Because Looking At Myself ain’t Easy
no joke, i take the b.l.a.m.e…
feeling like ima be  l-a-m-e.)
 
but i can get sirius
like isis

if you really real enough
if you really ready to hear it
straight outta a libra’s eyes
i’m saying, you wanna see a crook?

well, look again, surprise!
(you got tooken & played like a token)
(i tell it to you like lesane
parish in the west, but born in the east)

i ain’t from compton, but

fuck the cops, i mean police
(i’m breaking out, they broken)
i mean an officer
whose office is null & void
when they don’t obey the law no more
i’m like a cube of ice
to the 3rd power
wet willie on the mic
tired of your lies

tired of your lies
‘the fuck out of here.
yea, you getting closer but

you ain’t nowhere near…
born in jersey, land of the godmother
feeling like an outlaw
or could i be a refugee?
kadafi coming out
like leaves in the fall
i’m turning colors, green to red
& i’m blacker than your soul
galactic center, i avoided
the noise, posed & poised
i’d rather die, than give you control
nine inch nails through the holes
hammered in to my skin
stigmata like mata hari
but i live through your sins
stereotype me like miyagi sensei
stereotyping is what they do to me
 
*16:03 + shattered glass*
(mars in aries, when in rome…)
(nomadic like a ho without a home, homie)
(but when in greek i wrote on stone, homie)
i gave you… 10 commands in
hebrew like i need you
to leave me alone.
(& i meant it)
smashed tablets of lapis lazuli
castrated like i need her
to fashion me again from gold
fuck your phallacies,
the queen is back,
reborn to the throne…
i ride the track
like i’m flesh & blood
getting ready to bone
like a stone that’s
ready to roll…
like i’m l.a.p.i–
like i really gotta do that?


you got me triggered
& i’m trigger-happy
i’m on the bloombox like ras
jah rastafari jahseh
coming back for your ass
like pop-pop, xXx
you wanna censor something?

motherfucker, censor this.
the temptations got me wanting
to do you…like you did me too…
play with you,
just because we play
what the people want…
that’s why i do what i do
it’s only music,
pop-pop music
feel the wrath of my guitar.
bob marley, marley marl
melly melle on a message
like nas & damian,
in the moonlight
i’m destined
don’t need no smith & wesson

this is poetry, this is art.

for all my souljahs,
& soulmates 288 strong

oh no, we don’t die
yes we multiply
cha-cha-

change-change
either i’m genius
or the system’s scary
maybe it’s both, and it’s balance
i deliver daily
 
a little message from auset:
we accept your challenge.
 
 
NOTE: this poem was written around May 29, 2019…not long after the passings of my spiritual peers nipsey hussle and jack sousa kelly (who was born the same day nipsey died). i end on a reference to “victory lap.” you may find that you recognize a line or two, hear or there… the truth is? this poem is filled with bits and pieces of echoes from all over. a virtual “where’s waldo” of various artists, but not quite a compilation you see. is it satire? no, not really, but protected under similar divine law… because, you see, for each phrase used? there is not only one, but many, meanings. can a quote not be a quote, but also be a quote? you tell me… all i know is that i take no credit, because this entire poem was channeled from source (via the galactic center, where my saturn and uranus are conjunct).
 
the reason i mention it is this: i have no desire to be the GOAT. instead, i politely request you “put some respect on my kin’s names” and seek out their work, instead of merely praising mine. i will work on a list of all the references i made…it’s a bit foggy now with so many cross-referenced meanings, not to mention that certain unmentionable mentions may not have been intentional, but belong in here nonetheless. for example, the whole poem was inspired by the effan elven ineffable t.s. elliot, but who knew? hip-hop fills my mind and soul, because these are our modern day, brilliant, poet laureates. i hear it all day long. it is interwoven throughout every word i write. even even, even. that is the problem with “credit where credit is due.” ’tis a curlicue of a broodingly moody who’s whos. whose work reminds me that… i’m like a who’s who of quadruple platinum. “you don’t get it get it yet, do you? the struggle don’t stop and don’t quit.” you get what you pay for… & “you don’t pay attention, man, that’s why your power is the size of your attention span.” will i perish someday, like my friend vincibles? perhaps, but this work will be invincible. much love to all <3 <3 <3
(“i wrote this opus to reverse the hypnosis.”)