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what you want
what's for sale

united states of philadelphia

part of freedom is non-negotiable

poorest big city in america
but we rich in spirit
(and also capital)

see there’s change in these
couch cushions
if you just take time to dig

we’re just poor in the way
that sidewalk acorns
can’t grow leaves

“poor” the way that movie girl
is “ugly” before her makeover
(but we stan a bitch in glasses)

you might fuck around and
catch these hands

you might slip and fall and
find these hands catch you

cause brotherly love means we will
cuss you the fuck out
if you fuckin up
cause we love you

and brotherly love means when
these streets take one of ours
we take to these streets
cause we love you

our mascots are neon chaos
our main exports are “wish a nigga would”
our national flower is a
little black girl in beads
who saw the police think
they were above these hands
and raised her voice
to sing our national anthem:

“aight, bet”

welcome to

(try the pretzels)


part of freedom is non-negotiable

i am looking at the mountain
and wondering the grade
the trek that lies ahead of us
the waters we will wade

though beasts within the forest dark
still gnash their teeth with glee
i’ve got my trusty firelight
and you to walk with me

the road is long and treacherous
and so far we have marched
past smoke and plague and turbulence
and men with evil hearts

and though the path ahead of us
we scarcely can foresee
i’ve got my trusty firelight
and you to walk with me

so take we now, a moment
while uncertainty abounds
we’ll need to keep on fighting
but for now we can sit down

for when the slope ahead of us
reveals its true degree
i’ve got my trusty firelight
and you to walk with me

the internal compass

the first two sensations
were pleasure and pain
the first two emotions
were love and fear
the first two words
were yes and no

and act

a prayer while stretching

does it hurt

or is it just loud?

weather or not

lightning, thunder
rain, and sky
calamity abounds
but with release
comes inner peace
and life
from watered ground

the beat within

we’ve spent so long
over who gets to
lead us
we never stopped
to ask
why our heart
isn't enough

fruit of knowledge

an “apple core” is just
a story we keep repeating
to reject the
of something
we can’t accept
eat the whole apple
seeds and all

full speed ahead

may you chase after
your heart’s desire
with the clarity and joy
of a dog chasing a ball

internal combustion

part of freedom is non-negotiable

the flame burns in the engine still
manhattan to western shore
’neath blackened soot and orange sky
the engine cries for more

we never forget, yet scarce recall
what history’s thrown on the pyre
still bound to the engine, desperate for fuel
—and everything’s cold to the fire