“Gustav”
Dark Night Rain Drops plummet humidity
Steering wheel hands commiserate a plea
What’s your DJ name?! Dj Jub-i-LEE!
Red sticks of dynamite approaching
Heard explosions when ‘dem levees opened
On the copious of opals, concentrate, my compass focus
Robot me to checklist
Flow Bot me to Texas
Til the shards of El Paso rope me
On a bed of Yellow Roses hearing
Uttering bellows of Bela Lugosi
Needle me north a minute
on the spindle of caravans
Contraflow grandeur on the epitome of hell
Pondering surging swells and hemispheres of bells
Re-populate property value for Mr. Burns & Wells
Trump aqua flow amoeba burn
Lumped outta prose, chanting revolts of we need a turn
Can any one hear the plea of the Funky Meters’ churn
to the sound a heater’s urn?
We Shall Not Be Moved sang the chorus
While Banksy sprang from forests
with coddles of pieces of Vieux Carre’
That he spray painted and brought to New York and L.A.
Crush up used pixels and threaten to throw
Secrets revealed, the masses we know
But we stay in denial, to lessen the blow
Civility keeps us foggy in tech-hy
But we will open the veils of your levees
Empower yourself. Empower ourself.
Ready?
Hobo no Fema no place to go though
Zoetrope Francisco gated row boat
landing on knolls of hollygrove
missing pieces of pigeon town
breaches of the civil drown
culture can’t withstand
infringes on it’s hands
and magic’s left it’s veins.
@@christopher
- Refugee on the flee from the typhoon
- — on the run… Gustav and soon Ike …
- <3 NOLA. 9/7/08 — - 9:40 p.m. — - Km’s Ridgely Pico