Here is a Poem i wrote over the summer called ” Off the Porch”
Off the porch.
“Then do whatever the hell you please “Mama had said
As he stood in the doorway, looking at
The streetlights with the Avenue whistling for him to
Join in the sounds of the dice (1) clacking together. Of
Felons, pimps, and ol’ timers,(2) looking to get lucky off the Steele store
Front security gates.
The reason the crime rate stays the way it do.
Every block on the Avenue oozed with darkness
pulsing with the spark of the jakes. (3)
Checking out the felonies of Blue Hill Ave.
Gloom hung in shadows courtesy of the
Night crawling get ‘em boys.(4)
Just the reason he balanced the razor blade on his tongue
Trying not to dent up the roof of his mouth.
He was free to mix with the clanging brown bagged 40’s(5)
Returning to the muck stained pavement and
The smell of blunt(6) smoke, factory exhaust
Dimming the light show of the traffic
And the flickering lights of Closed or dying Mom and Pop shops. (7)
He was off the porch(8). “Bad as I wanna be, right?”
First time on the Avenue at night without a purpose.
Wasn’t as cool as it looked from the window.
Biggie(9) and Tupac’s(10) Avenues must have been better.
Wasn’t no hoes(11) to be found
That weren’t going to give him
A burn(12) in his hole to remember ‘em by.
Saw it and; Cool to go home, really.
“Fuck you doing out here lil nigga
Face all wrickled up like you
scerd or sumtin, Can tell you ain’t from round here”
Pyro, the street performer who
Blew and swallowed fire at the red lights
And told jokes at the greens, said.
Waiting to cross the street heading back towards home. A
Young teenage girl gripping the top of her daughter’s stroller
Rocked back and forth with laughter. “ He Aint’, built like that,(13)
He’s a shook one,(14)” As he passed her by.
Heading home, he was just glad he had a place to go
Footnotes:
- A way of referring to “Cee-Lo” within urban vernacular. A game played with three dice, commonly gambled upon in urban areas.
- An assorted group of druggy’s and alcoholics usually found hanging out near Taverns or Gas stations and convenient stores. Men usually convinced they know the “real” truths of life.
- Way of referring to the police commonly used amongst urban males from the Boston and New York.
- Young thugs known for robbing people in the very late hours of night or in the early morning.
- A 40 ounce container of beer
- A hollowed out cigar re-rolled with marijuana
- Locally owned small businesses
- No longer under the control of one’s parents
- Arguably the Best rapper to come out of New York
- Arguably the Best rapper to come out of California
- Girls known for being promiscuous
- Slang term for the sexually transmitted disease Chlamydia
- Someone equipped with the knowledge necessary for survival on the streets
- A person considered on the bottom of the urban social food chain slightly higher than a snitch.
September 22, 2009 at 7:50 pm |
Great poem, Marcus. Your language evokes a rich setting and a compelling set of characters–some types, some individuals. You also conjure some of the electricity of the world that the speaker wanders through, like a tourist trying to “pass,” pretending he belongs.
I understood some of the footnoted language, but I confess that I benefited from several of the notes. Annotating “mom and pop shops” seems right: sadly, they are already almost a thing of the past; one hundred years from now, they’ll be relics.