No Time to think

No time to think

But I’ve been immersed in thought. 

Some raps about fantasies and curses

recovering overcoming and 

“Are you coming over” or whatever Erykah has to say 

I know what she was saying. 

And I am not in denial. 

I gracefully accept all terms and conditions and the contract is signed, sealed, pealed, and revealed. 

Another rap

“Check, check, check it out”

I don’t have time To think.  But if I did, 

It would sound something like this: 

“Qari you know that, and you don’t even have a problem talking about that and I know that too and you don’t want me talking to her like this but you don’t know how you don’t even talk about that, because I know that, and that’s why you have a relationship , and you know what you want and I don’t want that,  but you don’t have a relationship to know what you don’t want; that you don’t know that I know what you just don’t know”

could you fucking imagine? 

Today, my friend Jackson asked me if I’ve been writing poetry. 

I told him no