Elbow Room Rap

Audio Recordings, Environment, Poems about Poetry, Travel / tagged Anxiety, City Life, Claustrophobia, Congestion, Crowds / April 17, 2024 / by neil_2015_wordpress@neilmeili.com

Poems know
where they come from

My poems grew up
in the wide open spaces
soft rolling hills and prairie lakes

You can lay a word down here
in places
that no one would step on
in ten years

My poems mostly come on gentle
and soft and safe like that

But - when my poems
come to the big cities
and the buildings start leanin in
on them (and now fallin in)
and the air gets thick
with cars and people
my poems,
I say my poems, start to panic

They start to talk
in short / hard / words
they flail around in all directions
they want to be rap poems
they want to be jackhammers
they want to be machine guns
they want to be big horns

They want to
aim their decibels
at all those Jericho walls
and they want them down
they want them down
right now

THEY SAY
Gimme some space
get outta my face

THEY SAY
gimme some space
get outta my face

THEY SAY
I need my place
gotta have someplace
I need my space
gotta have some space

THEY SAY
You can’t see me
gotta turn it up

THEY SAY
you can’t hear me
gotta turn it up

MY POEMS SAY

HELP!

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1 thoughts on “Elbow Room Rap”

Ken Christopher April 18, 2024 at 8:21 am

Wow, go Neil!

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