I don’t understand
My crazy cousin clothed in black
Seated slouched on my black couch
Making me laugh then weep
Because ¯for being so cheap
I have messed up my feet¯
He’s a poet and legend
Who flew to Manhattan
When bread prices soared
Was redirected to Vietnam
Where he died/cause they lied
¯and so, and so¯
Returned New York City
Reported to work early
Whenever he felt sick
Eulogized Nuyorican mindset
With absurd sardonic wit
Always composed genius
When not distracted
By a nice ass with big tits
I don’t understand
How this magical man
Grew seven stories on stage
Shook sleeping souls
With whimsical words
Arranged like a symphony
This unforgettable man
Who demanded we
Never trust the memory
I don’t understand
He called me the future
How can I advance
His timeless past?
I don’t understand
I don’t understand
I do understand
Everyday is a day
We miss this man
