In Sight

And to my hero Heron, Gil Scott In a discourse with Baldwin On a jet plane with no fear for fallin' But wishin' it never lands Reminiscent of the dream time Presently en route to the rise of the machine time Magazine times With coffee more sugar and milk than coffee Aborted rhymes, rotten beats, and failed hooks Roads as bumpy as braille books Fail cools, bad French, and mad push at the door Gourmet food at the starving soiree A choice of one easy woman at a time I'll take three the hard way Trying to be as abstract as possible And vulgar, the more shocking the more profitable A baby fed molten gold And sat upon a pedestal promote getting called 24 carot souls How to describe this Insightful remarks such as the best thing I've ever heard is silence Some more technically impressive In a faux Spanish romantic hues of a Marxist dialectic Pleasing to the critics, but pointless is the common passerby Might as well not even exist, not even a bit In the event of my demise give everything I prize to the poor And to the oppressors, I leave a war And so on and so forth