1. Tuesday, July 22, 2003

    people mistake me for ll cool j all the time. 

    tyler but only when i take off my shirt.

    some hot chick is sending me letter after letter.

    each letter has a square of a picture in it.

    eventually i will have the entire photograph and because im a man im hoping its a wonderful nude.

    although with my luck it will probably be a still life of a fern.

    bus came on time, train came on time. woman had a little kid with her. he started crying and she pantomimed punching him in the face.

    he cooed.

    when i got on the second bus i saw a different woman holding a baby. next to her was a little girl who must have been 6 years old. she was carrying the babies diaper bag.

    the baby was being held in the mommas arms in a sheet. looking freshly stolen.

    no stroller. no clothes bag. no bottle.

    the little girl seemed perfectly fine at 8 in the morning holding the diaper bag getting off the bus and crossing the street with her mom who couldnt hold her hand because she had both hands on the infant.

    get used to it little girl, i wanted to tell her.

    but i dont speak spanish.

    saw her staring at me though through the scratchy plastic bus windown, etched at by gangmembers

    she probably thought i was ll.

    she probably thinks a lot of things.

    i wondered if the real ll cool j had problems that i did.

    new poem + dye winter + inluminent