ELBOW ROOM RAP
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!