Original rap/poetry by Larry Montague. Copyright © 2012 Larry Montague. Permission required for reproduction.

"as i reflect"

there are dogs on the loose, ladies beware!
i need to wholly remove myself just to be here
but let’s be clear
inhibitions get fuzzy as piss gets clearer
regard slips further and groins grow nearer
i choose a player then i look in the mirror before i go out
any trace of me? (nope) good—i’m ready now
sighs have been scarce and so i’m on the prowl
can’t see the moon from here but i’m tryin’a get my howl on
i sway, dip, gulp, swallow my nerves that resurface
while world follows its urge
free, free birds that really sing
delerious, camoflauged by a stronger proof
corporeally curious
a legend of the night born out of a daytime doodle
many options, very little scruples
you’re riding that high horse into the ground, partner!
acting like you want to be your own martyr
electron drums, auto-tune OUT
and too much bass for the girls to be insulted proper
friday 10pm: lost cause walks in floatin
extra care on his outfit to make it look like he didn’t care at all
so smooth. joe cool. alpine attitute
(climate change will get him, too)

i chose myself now i’m singled out
memories are bubbles of the past and i see you’ve had your fingers out
you are no longer all i think about
just a mere silhouette of lengthwise warmth and pillow indent
i figured i had bellowed my intent with deep sacrifices, committments
tried to see the city for it’s cultural enrichment
but became deficient in the nutrients provisioned in a pitched tent
which meant i had to sally where that itch went
someone got rich off my rent—still don’t regret a cent spent
or any other sense i put into it
i stayed cool like an Inuit
i reminisce on how our first impetus rescinded to impotent
the wrenched predicment became perhaps a bit superfluous
drenched in brisk nervousness, i couldn’t resist picturing myself elsewhere
and there were no yells there
i hate the fact that we couldn’t let our immature love break through
but it takes two
i often wonder in shades of blue
about everywhere i wouldn’t have gone had i stayed with you
we never came true

the shallow waters of the mainstream and it’s fortifying banks
do not seem to afford me with steam, i dig below it
a feral rap/poet with a shoulder to the wheel
got respect ‘cause i told ‘em how i feel
cut the crap clear open at the heel twenty scores tunes ago
occupied a mindstate—no buhloones to blow
just began doing shows, try to summon up flows that run like a gooey nose
as i jog memory lane
acidic fog weathers the plane i sought
trains of thought follow depressions of species that left us
green-thumbed sketches of the precious tense
commense in breaths of newness (without hubris)
head never in a cumulus puff ‘cause i do not accumulate more stuff
assume i ain’t warmed up
i keep it quaint sho ‘nuff, discussion on top percussion
placid conversations about conservation
forever mild, technical, calm communication
free, over the counter culture interpretation
melodic jubilation incompatible with rap for capital
and those who bite the plastic apple
now i’m full