Food In A Box
Poetry from 1992
I wrote previously about working out an existential platform when I was that cool boho dude in Brooklyn. I wrote four books of hiphop poetry. Hold on to your teeth.
the problem i have is this - food in a box as an urban dweller, skill seller im marketable, size 10 in my socks i can find anywhere anyplace to sell and be sold to clothes off the rack fit i got enough snaps to pick it up if i so desire i say wrap it up homes, flash the card get certified (the hangers are wood, not wire) so i step to the pad quite happy - having hunted and gathered new duds for the hoe down so i go downtown and across the bridge to my flat with the empty fridge you see the problem i have is this - food in a box can't cook for myself - gotta look to the shelf sardines, capn crunch and crackers with the elf. no justice from their rack to my rack i hang the slacks and think a minute bout being black or whatever i am blackness wants to mack this feeling and call it out so i can shout, now im reeling why the hell do i dwell so well in this way throwing empty cartons in a bag every day and plastic at that and call this urban drama living fat? maybe my grandpa could use the tool of forty acres and a mule as for me i gotta have a mac and a mouse cause that's what i learned in school not keeping a house so, the problem i have is this - food in a box trust the label though im not able to tell vitamin a from cholesterol cant grow spinach to save my soul, yall so i hope a honey (in the language of the oppressed, about the cute objects in a dress) might cook for me so ill convince her that my degree is the key to our mutual success don't get too fresh remember who wears the pants, who wears the dress a situation like that works dysfunctionally, with much pain, for better or worse but mostly worse - they warn you ahead of time that box is a crime i guess the problem i have is this - food in a box sometimes if im critical i get political and all riled up about an issue as old has the hills i wait for the next senate bill and hope my choice with a pipsqueak voice call in to oprah and wait on the line like this is democracy, dont worry be happy got no ability to sway the senate my way cept once every six for two out of a hundred did my mission get funded? no tell me what to do till they pass the ballot box again eat food in a box get sick as a dog chewing like a bump on a log and the box maker's high on the hog no justice america is a super duper market and all the food is boxed consume it, you consumer! spread the lies as a rumor of truth food in a box is nutrition as proof see the supermodel smile knowing all the while (from lifestyles of the rich and famous beat a path to her retreat for peace and she blames us) its a bogus current affair, what nerve to try it peddled with subliminal flair, we know but still we buy it pay with cash if it's there or loot if it's a riot. the problem i have is this - food in a box. watching the idiot box for the 88th time i promised to give the insulter the boot for the crime of poisoning my mind drive in my car, to get food for the vcr feed it and weep, if its drama i select nothing but sheep we become if it's not in check but a library's too unboxed with no direction guess i check the calendar section is there nothing i can find on my own without some package or label to tell me or pseudo intellectual critics to sell me is there no soil left for me to seed no living to possess for other than greed