Tuesday, August 5, 2008

A Rap for the Rapper

when i'm gone
where will i be?
will you recognize me?
will you look for me
in the breeze, in the trees
in the outdoor cathedral that should bring you to your knees?

or will your gaze be inward
indulging desire
nothing but self serve
serving the interior
thirst that is forever

until life is impossible
a circle
gazin' at your navel
like a snake
biting its tail
you get nowhere
you grasp the air
on the way down
to the ground
you travel round and round

when you



Poems © Gemma W. Wilson