I’ve Become a Poet: “ROYGBIV on a Wild String”

On Friday, October 24, 2008, I performed this original rap-poem in my Music & Language class to the beats of Boards of Canada’s “Turqoise Hexagon Sun”. Listen to the song and read it to the beat of that since your lacking my presence and voice… Also, I really love any form of criticism, so tell me what ya think!!

ROYGBIV on a Wild String

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue,

Indigo, Violet, one, two,

Little love notes back and forth all day,

Taking from work and always making play,

I’ll remind myself you’re not reality,

No matter how badly I want you to be,

But things don’t have to make sense,

Just don’t look so confused and tense,

Am I silly for being this dense?

Real talk,

I’ll shine and bust a rhyme,

I’m on time to fine dine and drink some lime wine,

Like a nightrider cowboy,

On the right side drive,

Eatin’ cheese on my knees, if you please, Siamese,

Aristacats or Aristocrats,

Stuck between child and adult,

Never felt so strongly that I may need to yelp for help,

Forced to choose between black or white

But I’m,

Gona put up the good fight, hold on tight,

With might, to this kite,

Back,

To the days of unrestricted glee,

Subconscious desires to flee,

What is she?

1 part dreamer, half unconscious,

1 part ‘seeker’, that part’s monstrous,

just follow my candy-painted trail,

to the land that’s bound to prevail,

Where children always have the right to music,

Measure by measure, bar by bar,

Just go where the wild things are,

To alleviate and create,

Alleviate and create,

In the sun all day,

And there won’t be anyone to say,

“PRACTICALITY”,

“RATIONALITY”,

“HIPSTER VITALITY”,

You can be any color,

Just don’t tell my mother,

But you can bring your brother,

Tie him to the string and tell him to bring,

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Indigo, Violet,

You’ll eye it,

But you won’t, shake it, break it, take it, re-make it,

If humpty-dumpty can, even when he’s not a man,

Just a toy not a real boy,

Not capable of being coy,

Not able to feel joy,

Like the kind that floats where the wild things are,

Follow me,

We’ll take my flying car, park by el mar,

Trust me,

It’s not that far…