J PHX

dude
dont do many
of these, talking
about current
shit current
people, but
what
up joaquin
phoenix...

lets not forget
a bank account - that when checked
says
dont trip - is
a nice place to start.
bukowski never minded
money, be clear
on that.
he did mind
those afraid
of its absence.

so back to joaquin
phoenix
2009 ( in case
anything in the future warrants
research into
what the fuck i am talking about but
my gut thinks
that is highly unlikely )

he grew a funky
grizzly beard, wore the lady
shades laying
off eye witness of any
sort ( my guess would be pedestrian )
decided to rap
and the world
is waiting
for the rest.

i LOVE it.
i
absolutely fucking
dig it.

i get it.
ALL of us get it.
or at least, i think and hope
WE
do.

I
take it as this:
homeboy recognizes that
at best, in anything WE do, one
sentence, one phrase may
HIT
the center of the soul
the heart
the love
the life, and
STAY.
and if WE can achieve just
that stanza
in a poem, or that scene
in a film, or that spit
in a bar, or into
the whisper into
the ear of a moment
than WE can be
done.
and burst
in flames into a smile
goddamned confidence
fucking bliss.