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Friday, August 13, 2010

DMV INSURGENCY


gentrified-cannabalized

dc cries as fenty writhes

soaked in shit and wet with lies

oligarchy lives to die



neoliberal parasites

developers should pay a price

stop raping public property

stop neoliberal slavery



graham's a crook-he's going down

psychofrantic toxic clown

loza's backthe pornopimp

pseudoking of immigrants



telling folks to get in line

suck up to power right on time

fiefdoms fall when peasants rise

goliath fell when david cried



take back dc get out the vote

vote your conscience

dope your fight with love and hope

raise your fist and smoke a bowl



markers out-war paint

wheatpaste and demonstrate

street art underground

runs the town and holds it down



servers cabbies immigrants

organize and smash the rich

fund our schools and educate

runout rhee like tar baby



creative genius comes anew

revelation shining through

create relate and devestate

integrate and copulate



declaring our autonomy

restoring social sovereignty

from colony to CITY STATE

ancient tounges writhe with rage



crobuzon new babylon

new republic going strong

time flies birds fly

system's crash when people rise



revolutionaries rise

percolate and organize

take politics to the streets

build a new insurgency



the raisin's ripe

rebellion time

viral live and realized

intifada globalized



wired hard scarred and barbed

armed with words immune to lies

MONSTA ARMY rolling deep

DMV INSURGENCY

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE OR DIE TRYING
REVOLT OR LIVE LYING
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

Saturday, August 7, 2010

TO PATRICK


We were adolescent friends
Armed with pubescent bravado
Always joking—always smiling
The girls always liked you
So I thought you must have been happy
Years later on the platform I saw you
Beautiful body teeming in prep school apparel
You held my gaze a little too long
But I thought nothing of it at the time
Freshman year of college, I get the word
You are dead—by your own hand
Wrists slit—but not enough
So a rope found your kneck
The ladies came to the funeral
And word was, there were secrets you couldn’t own
It was devastating—losing our golden boy
I only wish I had known—and could have reached out
It is hard to find meaning in suicide
But on this, I drew firm
Those choices should have been yours—with pride

MANIC NIGHTS


Some things are dangerous to remember
Nights flying through streets
Lights flashing—sending signals
Time slowing—now racing
Every corner a new portal
Every cluster of people a new stage
I played those nights for all they were worth
Behind each tinted window
I saw a thrill
Those manic nights had power
There I met my match
There are limits to our powers
And now I know mine well
But remembering those nights
Sends a shiver through knotted neurons
Remembering the time they wanted it all

BYPO
c2009
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com

HONESTLY


What I want
Is to hold you
To feel your lips
Against mine
What I feel
Is tortured longing
Swelling beneath
My tired eyes
What I need
Is to accept
The parameters
As described
But what I want
Is to tell you what I feel
Deep inside

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

JUSTICE JUXTAPOSED


the facts:
housing is a right
gentrification is a virus

like rats
artists rule the night
when inspiration finds us

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Temptation


emphatic
euphoric
erotic
adore it
love is
melodic
give in and
go for it

BYPO
c2010
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

BIPOLAR



Sometimes when I tell people they don’t get it
The response is sometimes like I’ve just announced my favorite color
No appreciation of the intense vagaries of mood
The wild, productive, but dangerous highs
And the grey paralyzing lows
There is too much silence
I need to break this silence
Being manic is not like having drunk too much coffee
It is a mood suffused in possibility—leaping for new connections
Hypomania—though more controlled—is like a cuddly gremlin
Awaiting water
Depression comes slowly and then moves in to stay
Seizing control of all promontories
It repels anything that smacks of interest or engagement
The medications are my tools
But they work too slowly
And I must reckon with my own demons
In broad daylight—but nonetheless grey

I want the world to understand
And give me credit
For a silent struggle against powerful enemies
And I want support when I need it
Bipolar is shorthand for what I endure
Being ground to the pavement upon occasion
But flying like Icarus at times
Praying the sun won’t melt my fragile wings

MEXICO CITY


A sea of humanity
Taquerias and street food
Dance with la zona rosa
Cheap drinks, clubs, and dates
Nights in the Roma Section
That balcony where I smoked
So many cheap Camels
Mezcal and tequila energizing and enervating
Plazas full of beauty and poverty
People in rags begging for my foreign capital
Beautiful smiles and late night conversation
A city of dreams and expectation and brutal disappointment
The embassy—my embassy—a fortress of frigid indifference
To the human need and desperation
My second city
With its trains snaking underbelly
Its magic subterranean

FIRE


Treading on the edge
Going up for months
Without really going down
Wide awake at 5 am
Contemplating bold moves
Subtle disquiet
Longing and loneliness
I am testing my chemistry
Addicted to dopamine
And cigarettes
I hope this is honest
Truly capturing
The peril and pleasure
Of angels on the brain
Playing with fire
Is always dangerous
But there are safe ways
To get a fix
I felt I was slipping
But now am on high
Hold me if I fall
The sanctity of mood
Is fragile

BYPO
c2008
EVOLVE or die trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

Monday, August 2, 2010

MANIC NIGHTS


Some things are dangerous to remember
Nights flying through streets
Lights flashing—sending signals
Time slowing—now racing
Every corner a new portal
Every cluster of people a new stage
I played those nights for all they were worth
Behind each tinted window
I saw a thrill
Those manic nights had power
There I met my match
There are limits to our powers
And now I know mine well
But remembering those nights
Sends a shiver through knotted neurons
Remembering the time they wanted it all

BYPO
c2009
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com

ADDICTION




Its as easy
To abuse a person
As to abuse a substance
To become addicted
To a particular prism
Through which to view oneself
I breathe deeply
And try to let go
Of the compulsion I feel
To connect incessantly
And learn to carve independent space
For my own thoughts and feelings
Breaking any habit
Is a ruthless challenge
But only in balance
Can we find peace
And free connection

BYPO
c2009
EVOLVE or Die Trying
bypo.evolve@gmail.com
byporevolution.blogspot.com