Lost Blocks - Billy Woods

Walking these lost blocks

Littered with bored cops

After the storm

All whores

Readjust teeth to adorn cock

Twenty five a pop

Coarse hands

Chipped polish

Do me a solid

Please don’t pass it if it ain’t exotic

I do thee admonish

Eyes onyx wide with promise

Stepping careful, the floor’s rotted

Heaven’s stairwell

Scent of urine lingers

Number one rap single

What a humdinger

Sim simma

Elevated train sways

Rolling tremor

They say my wave’s different

No man’s safe from the tempest

Hang ten bitch

Me now wary as the hour beckons

Born alone die alone

I don’t call to check in

Precious metal squeezer

Half-hearted believer

Plugging the clogged arteries of Medina

Prepare a table for me in the presence of enemies

Redeye flight to Tel Aviv

Feta cheese

Olive plates

Dirty grapes

Ornate plates and glass

My black ass here out on Sutter Ave

Film the police

Fuck a name catch his badge’s digits

As they approach me in the park doing calisthenics

I answer Jake’s question when my set’s finished

Today I wrote nothing

Stared at the page blunted

Light drizzled out crooked windows

Sky, color of an old pistol

Alternate side parking

I didn’t leave the apartment

Sent the neighbor’s kid to the corner for parchments

Came back streaked with rain

Keep the change

Secure top and bottom lock

Probably won’t stop till he hit bottom rock

The best laid plans of mice and men

Hat in hand is how they often end

Often unfinished manuscripts

Rhyme books in a rubbish tin

Tray thick with twice lit clips

Today I wrote nothing