Thursday, 1 December 2016


you are so lucky i have not killed you yet
i coulda cultivated a hair trigger response
to hair trigger triggers
i didnt

im civilized

if i knew then what i know now
i coulda wiled out top off i go BLAU
cartoon stars round an orbit your head
i didnt do that
im black but im read

im civilized
im civilized

stand up for your rights scrutinized
take a knee for peace & im militant
diligently trying to find some success to express
roll off a bitten tongue to say
the nature of the beast is hydra
imma decapitate daily
pick your own weapon
the might of the pen
the power of the sword
all of them are short straws
in my hand

im civilized
im civilized

showing a mastery of language
standing on a soapbox no anguish
no bullshit shareef u understand me
im civilized

in the belly of the storm
still silent
been quietly praying
a buddha self-immolate
im on fire
im on fire

some days with ancestral rage
i wanna raze it all down to the ground
i am on fire
kiti pala cha ya ya
NO i dont know what that means
im civilized
thats some cold shit my dad used to say
mum give me the eyes
old man done give me the rest

it all
to the ground

with one hand tied behind my back
build a new city


Tuesday, 6 September 2016


so much of whatwouldbe faculties
goes to thermeostasis
probably my bestest quality
im feeling kinda whatever

i know everything
responsible only for some of it
the weight keeps me from doing owt about it

so im sitting down
on a bollard
on my bum
i feel my bottom
aware of how central it is
to my feelings
of whatever
that minute
a fart
i did it
it stinks of

a steady heady diet of oscillations
imma think about thinking about doing it
im already doing it
im a old man now
dont gotta prove nothing
move something
im already doing it
look a balloon
look up a balloon
i know everything
the magic is gone
balloon popped
it respires no more

living life halal
let it drip out of every pore
deliberate surgical cut
i still exist
step on fingers
on your precipice
i still exist
back here on earth
centre circle
one man kick off
the game still exists

i miss world
one wish
a 3D printed genie
a 3D printed lamp
i 3D print myself
one wish

i know
: everything

ah whatever
everyone is here
everyone is there
i am somewhere
in the middle of here and there

just touch me
nothing more
nothing less
touch me
with feeling
no expectation
no intention
we will cross that bridge
plant some seeds
blow up the bridge
build a parking lot
tall as babylon on very fertile soil
sit in a fast car
i will not undo your bra
dont say sorry
not just yet
we will cross that bridge
wont we
we will be


Sunday, 4 September 2016


kick a man when he's down
i wouldnt do that
i swear
but the axioms
lack of self-awareness
is its own fat petard in its belly
gone off
& I'M supposed to digest that shit
thats a question
not a statement of fact
look me in the eye
when im talking to u
i will look right back
red hot irons in the fire
pull them out
think u black
say u got my back
i say u had my back
remembering the melanin
we back to back
back to black
dressed in inheritance
distressed keloid
soundtracks broken records
of shitty cover versions
of shitty songs
that your boys call soul
that aint got no soul
its all in your head
u aint got no clothes
i can smell it on your breath
my old man went crazy
for that shit which affects
old dogs of black gold wars
colour commentating
a commonwealth of criminality
the way its always been
saying haw haw hee hee
big man thats me
fly me to the fatherland
so i can keep company
with cool kids
in cathedrals of commerce
i can overdose on vitamins & minerals
til im sick to my stomach
im rich and im turn up
like u buy my silence
im obliged to stand here quiet
i double dare u police my tone
whatever register
whatever tongue
still no-one registers
whats been said
what was done
beige to the left of me
beige to the right
here i am stuck in the middle with u
conscientious beige on white
abstract ideas like everythings gonn be alright
dont move until its ratified codified
guacamole quaffed
coffee drunk
cigarettes smoked
cocaine sniffed
filibustering my sunshine
by any means necessary
imma get mine
this didnt start today
dont pretend that it did
remember where u are
stuck in the middle with me
whether u like it or not
& some like it hot
i got the mise in the kitchen
if u cant stand the heat
wigger stop with your bitching
i can maybe help u help yourself
if u aint gonna try
in a world thats trying it
u will be dealt with
i know people who know people
they can testify
they got dealt it
this is my condition
& these are my conditions
since day dot
u cannot start and then not finish
i can maybe help u help yourself
stand with me or u by yourself
an indecent proposal
a common wealth
are u coming with

Saturday, 3 September 2016

olive oil

with the washcloth
the glass kitchen table top
with the angelface
& a box of tricks
spit & polish
a cheeky smile
a apron
say something
no nothing
u know what u doing
spider hands
with the mise en place
rigt now
richtig sauber

Tuesday, 2 August 2016

a dogs life

dog can
eat dog

dog food
proof of ambition

& every dog has its day

some dogs are stylish
some dogs have stylists
benefactors of narcissism

& every dog has its own character

dogs will be dogs
except when theyre dogs

it is a dogs life
context is everything

give a dog a bone
give a dog a stick
give a dog a break
put a dog on the moon

every dog has its own character
check it

a dog walks into a bar
orders a beer
drinks the entire beer

its not a joke
just stating observable fact
every dog has its own character

this dog would sink
a black russian black russian black russian
but im still standing
no elton whiskey neat

& every dog has its day

a dog went to a fancy dress party
dressed as a dog
excellent role play

doggone dog on dog
beef or playground tactics
five times a day i pray for paris

yeah i said it
every dog has its day

snoop doggy dog
yeah my dogs be down with that

turn down that racket
but every dog has its own character

doggy doo doo do what?
pick it up
i aint touching that shit

my dog is better than your dog
science & strife strafe
how far have we we have come

many dogs for millenia
but merry christmas
at least

its a dogs life
seven of them in the time it takes
a spaceship to resolve around the sun

of course
its a long way but a lot of life
in the day of the dog
& every dog has its day
& every dog has its own character

its a dogs life

Friday, 22 July 2016

delete history

when my ego finally lands
i will finally take off
adorned with thorns on my brow
dash the crown allow the cross
megalomaniacal not mine to bear anymore
why have u forsaken me
why have u forsaken us

still got stigmata healing nicely
quick look through history books
plenty of drama stage left your right
very soon i will put my hands together
and applaud the end of the act
the first interval imma get me some snacks

from the debris of hacked democracy
hijacked from the power of the people
who want to see what do you want to see
travels in the ingenuity of hyperreality
engineered algorhythmical fluency
hold up a mirror to the mirror
what do you want to see
hold up a mirror to the mirror
how do you know its me
hold up a mirror to the mirror
black comedy
ha ha - its not funny

i been a bible basher
& about to bash the bible
i already buried it
im down for the revival
blue eyed blonde hair jesus christ dont look at me like that
man has had a god complex
since his rib got jacked
hold up a mirror to the mirror
& he look right back
what ??
god look like that ??

inalienable scientific fact
something cannot come from nothing
when you are A SOMETHING in this world
you can create everything

the heros journey
the white knight saga
based on the only story ever told

once upon a time
from the left to the right
from the printing press to the internet
me me me
i i i
put my dick in that
mine all mine
the end

so they say that history is written by the victors 
and so bedfellows as they are history only remembers the victors, Victor 
a spin doctor of a concept so intangible 
one cannot believe the temerity 
as poison ink dries twisted calligraphy 
indelibly etched onto the motherboard of generations

we done endured the problematics
i aint looking for no vengeance
i can never renounce the violence
its cleansing therapeutic
black hands in gladrags
take black ink and rewrite
history herstory their story ourstory
im just one poet
& my ego has finally landed
are we ready for take off

Sunday, 10 July 2016

sudden death

anybody commentating on this game will say
i have covered every single blade of grass today


it is a long walk from the centre circle
sudden death

i'll step up
take a penalty

u r the only one in the stadium watching
sat in every seat

i am the goalkeeper
& the referee

this could get messi
or will u support the underdog


we all have a job to do

Tuesday, 5 July 2016


battle of the belly button
better in or out
hobbling leviathan just started still evolving the project not yet finished
u ok? u pulled out last minute
no protection
theres repercussions
in the morning

eu referendum results live coverage with me, your host TheInternetMozillaFirefoxv42.0HTMLAdobe&Javascript

lets get down to it


0 of 382 local authorities still to declare 

oh shame

i was up all night
watching the car crash happen
as fast as u like on the autobahn
hold up
nothings actually happened yet

can we hold the shame!

im not racist but
being poor and white and disenfranchised
is not a hot look
better the lesser leviathan u know
take back control
stop the poles
stop the pikeys
the gyppos
the elites
the unelected
the undemocratic
the five presidents
merkel juncker tusk schulz sauerkraut frogs legs garlic bread catenaccio tiki taka political correctness sartorial elegance central european time topless sunbathing
your boys took one hell of a beating!

who dont talk my language
talk my language
not talking my language
stop talking my language

its confusing me

an englishman an englishman and an englishman
standing outside
a berlin bar in berlin black
americain nuit
smells of gold rush
never black
top heavy
hot air
from the diaphragm
expel full clip of the magazine
a volley
a barrage
#we're only making plans for nigel / he has his future in british steel#

unable to fight their way out of a seifenblase soapbubble POP!
the englishman & the englishman & the englishman chorussed greekly on the subject of the english populace

: there are truths with charm and seductive powers which are recognized best by mediocre minds / right now / the spirit of respectable but mediocre englishmen are starting to gain ascendancy in the midregion of european taste

in short
: its coming home its coming home its coming footballs coming home
pakis going home

i am proud to say
we have one way of expressing the definite article
what them germans do - impractical
derdiedemdasden then what?
u wot?

i wonder

power of the people
by the people
for the people

power of the people
by the people
for the people

power of the people
by the people
for the people

its kinda catchy

only problem is the people
if only you could vote for a new set of people
that would solve precisely nothing
said everyone except everyone else

the war of all against all commenced

they bicker knickers twisted
leviathan licking lips at the prospect
of the first fresh press of the mornings repercussions

its not tomorrow morning until you've been to bed

Tuesday, 7 June 2016

nietzsche FML

deep in all directions
got confused
so confused
crossed confucius
with jesus
sun tzu
with lao tze
pay no grey matter
no matter they all say the same sage guru shenangians

tyler durden disturbing with roundhouse kicks
jab from the hips
jab from the hips
down with the established monuments
& the substance which holds it all together
there is nothing in yr pleasure
yr work is never done
the earth spins on its axis
im trying to give a uh but walk round the statue enough times and its hard to take a definitive opinion on anything

pick the third way
break a leg
on the stage
theres no business like show business
big brilliant idiots
frigid narcissists
fake full body orgasms
make proper actual people in the process
fruit flies multiply faster than they sip the vinegar
shiva bellylaughs
& starts again


i could not wait to be king
young simba
already ready running rings round
abacus + building blocks
eternally returning
as ever it was & will be

i could not wait to be king
young simba
who born monkey says my mummy
ashy elbows + ashy knees
ruff + tumble in the sandbox
castles made of
cocoa butter remedies
indeed wrought from biafran warriors
preordained in the moment i came
ominous named chukwu emeka
god has done good
& so ill do good

man i cant wait to be king
wiser simba
i seen it all kicking off
what war brought trouble
mufasa my father
if u must be martyr for peace
i will kill u myself with my bare paws

long pause

ol dirty afro
still a afronaut
a afrodidact
redefine what the black we see when we see black skin
white farce licking wounds
& i like my scars
made up of all the infinitessimal decisions i did and did not make
i bent the past
i got the means
everything i need
for what happens later

now im king
just simba
no more foes
riding through the streets with just my woes
i fought the wars
the i let the wars win

whats love got to do with it
whats love got to do with it

i am the king
i am king
just simba
just simba
its just simba

Saturday, 14 May 2016

u cant handle the truth

honestys the best policy
until u tell the truth
the misproof of shattered realities
twin towers tumbled off the balcony
poet with licence
the other licentious
calls it performance art
brand new actualities
after hot war was fought
brought to light
the lone figure on the ground
is part of the crowd
but theres safety in real numbers + good lines
making a mandala out of a cats cradle
trying transcending inheritance of network insecurity
mainlined to & short circuiting the ego
who doublethinks itself to stasis
the merry go round go round + round
as is expected
finish work / smash a series on netflix
chill / some perspective will
improve composition comparably probably dynamically
awake all night
dont sleep on it
see what it
looks like in the morning

Monday, 9 May 2016

leave me alone

leave me alone he said
                           she left
                           he cried

Wednesday, 4 May 2016


on my own two legs i go analog
dancing on the ceiling never stop
going sharp set til i reach the top
mont blanc moleskine mont blanc black ink black skin
i trust in everything i been scribbling
i been trying to catch my breath
but the air so thin
all of these eyes
i need my privacy
but we did snowden
dirty oh well im 30
been a little kid now i wanna go in
i do i dont i dont know what i want
notified but i wont correspond
speech bubble and a sign of a fone
its why im up here leave me alone
imma go tell it to the mountain
keep that fifth chakra open
quit smoking no toking
heres hoping synapses growing
and mending making connections
and send it to solar plexus
progress unchecked it wrecks us
greedy for the next checkpoint
king louie want the flower
he devour anybody with the power
just to make that point
he tear down the whole damn joint
im going whats the point

Tuesday, 3 May 2016

open for business

here we are again
& we're still not dead
not that i been trying
its just the viniagrette on the salad
if u overdid it on the citrus
sizzles a bit on the palate
& i lost the taste for lemonade anyway
i gotta be 
i mean 
i wanna be responsible for the big-piece-of-chick-en
i wanna know who yr mum is
i wanna know who yr dad is

i wanna know where u was educated
but so much of what happens happens without me
& i hate the footballfans that leavebeforethefinalwhistle
catch the last train )!(
like you got something better to do than this 0-0 draw
the early bird catches the tongue
gala bu bu ouga bu boom ta
& the pastor 
(praise be to jesus!)
he got sweat patches
so all bodily functions are fair game
so i farted front row no shame
fast forward four years
damn it still smells in here
im still here
still not dead
the very opposite of dead
im undead
in a sparkasse
signing my signature more times than in ever
{formula one}
the devil wears nylon
the devils got bum fluff 
the devils bleeding secretly
amen! i said
leave the devil alone
the devils been helpful
i got numbers now
i got chronicles now
im going online
im online
im open for business

Monday, 2 May 2016

royale with eeeze

is it quid pro quo implicit
if it is 
i gotta itch 
it needs a scratch 
i got your back 
dollar bill? allow that 
a king with a crown dont wear paper hat 
u cant pay for that 
satisfaction that im mining 
bling bling bling more than gold 
triple 6 the suitcase 
feast ur eyes on my soul 
samuel l ezequiel 25:17 
we all get hella angry man know how it feels 
path of the righteous man dont know if it is? 
but imma walk this way aerosmith
imma talk this way 
wavy all day
make myself feel all types of way 
lately i wanna touch everything 
i find them lines + them vibes dem so interesting 
so what u interested in? 
aint my operation 
so why r u hating? 
if thats the flipside to love 
the game was twisted from the start 
we got a joker for a god

Thursday, 21 April 2016

the malaise

what may look good today
maybe wont look good tomorrow
glucose syrup suck it up
feast on ones and zeroes
we can be heroes
what are you gonna do with that info
saturated belly fat full on facts and full of facts
the fact is i dont know what the fact is
i practiced these motions
big man dont do emotions
i need solutions
you could get that lipstick
on my dick quick
thats that business
& i still feel the weirdest
shall i go goatee
or rock a full beard
narcissus died in front of the mirror
& im still here
& i still dont care
a dirty mouth cant talk clean things
i didnt brush my teeth today
spit poison up in the atmosphere
i aint got a thing to fear
the act is not insincere
breathe in breathe out my nigga perservere
despite all my rage
i am still just a rat on a wheel inside a cage

lost belongings
i dont know whats wrong with me
honestly my head is not screwed on
being human is biting off more than you can chew on
go occams razor take it route one
philosophically play the game get my camus on
i am a strange one
or so i think
solipsistically i all do the same damn thing
no-one dont say nothing
first one to blink will die
cast the die
look them snake eyes in the eye
i cant lose
its impossible i will not do it
alls fair in the art of war
true peace niggas lets do this
i wanna get so high so vertigo
aint enough space for my face & my ego
or my superego
my alter ego has been president
i resent what passes for intelligence
its common sense
oh well
despite all my rage
i am still just a rat on a wheel inside a cage

Thursday, 31 March 2016


from fingernail to fully grown
i done lent the moon my halo
still a good boy least i try to be
is it something i just say so
day glo at daytime
sometimes unconventional
mostly unintentional
guy debord situational
all this so hyper real
empathic i know how u feel
do damage when i grab the wheel
jump back on the fix to a track stand still
im still here
micro cosmic orbit clear
ready for take off
i never did landings
so grateful for roots where im standing
never go hungry in a famine
head in the clouds but im plugged in
pecs on show imma buff ting
allow dat dont smoke buff ting
nowadays when i sleep imma dream
outrageous self esteem
imma read imma read imma read
hands on my balls then i breathe
its so eeezy
cocoa butter
better rub it in
never greaszy
i know u feel me

whats that on your whatsapp
my dick pic artistic
i give u the business
& wife up your missus
only if she want me to
i dont do nothing u dont want me to
aint no bro like a loser dude
hey there mami what u wanna do

four years old in a old man body
ice cream breakfast anybody stop me?
bench press mountains aint nobody spot me
u really are not me
i do not exist
its only a lease
inside of this body
go fuck the police
i cant be ur god if u do not believe
believe me
every second alive
youre one second closer to death
i see panoramas
so i never get stressed
bigger picture thinking
nigga pay attention
u do it to urself
its why im condescending
go take your disbelief
& put it in suspension
im giving u ur life
this is your redemption