| �The lost of Time�
Reality rarely sees a young lion or a young eagle at the Nuyorican Poets Caf�. They are endangered, are they not? Yet the house that Pi�ero roared & stuck up his middle claw, is now mostly filled with sheep & their competing �baa!� See who can maraca the tables & chairs like a 10-pt earthquake. According to Truth, la madre de Reality, sheep pay more for pasture sprinkled with rat poison as lions keep making love to the thorns in their paws as eagles fly short, believing themselves to be chickens & roosters. Don�t blame it on Greed, Opportunity, y Hyprocrisy. Not even His Story. Some people gotta eat. But on Time, at broad daylight, dangling his legs over the ledge of the caf�s 5-story rooftop, nostrils powdered with white lies, about to slam his book to the ground. |