EXPOSURE for CLOSURE

Soundtrack Snips and Roach Clips PtIII

Hey Mona Lisa, could I get a date o Friday, and if u busy, I would mind takin Saturday… Round up the possi fugee comin around the way. The streets were crawling with tourists, gays, nut jobs, hoes, and hoboes. The rest were just clones of their former selves who, like many, took the Atlantic passage of false hopes to become a Superstar. Ian became a part of that grand design but he considered himself quite orderly than the Blow Joes he wandered the streets with.

“Lets keep all nuts with the nuts so I don’t get an aftermath.” He said with a narc smerk on his face.

9:16 am

Central Park

Here we go yo, here we go yo. Say what what so whats the scenario.

He came to a brisk walk, being he had someplace to be, he wasn’t in much of a hurry, but he knew he had to make it. His head was to the sky and hands were in the pocket of his cargo shorts that revealed his knobby, ashy, Paki knees and spider monkey toes. He veered off the route down easy street and made a left onto W 110^th street leading him to the commotion filled Central Park. To his amazement, he had stumbled into the running route of the annual Central Park Triathlon. There were people lining Park South Drive and he drunkenly became road kill to the sweaty pack of meat heads and the spandex butt eaters running their last laps. Road runner, road runner, going hundred miles per hour, with your radio on.  He kindly joined the race. He was running; he was running with the very best of them. In their midst he could only think that he had already won this race.

You can’t touch this…

I told you home boy…

You cant touch this…

“I win, I win,” he teased as he jetted pass the terribly exhausted athletes.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies.  He was sailing through the magical forest he had known so well these past years he had been there. Of the dealers disguised as squirrels hustling in tree trunks, rapist stalking from rose bushes, to the midnight make out sex session on the park bench, he was on top of his world. Oh, how he enjoyed Lucy, with her blue eyes and if the sun hit them at a certain angle they really did look like diamonds. Lucy was his American beauty. Don’t be mistaken by the drugs. Lucy was a real girl. Ian’s parents would never approve, for they had wives already lined up for the choosing. She was naïve as the bleach blonde hair upon her head and the butterfly tattoo on the crack of her ass. Oh she’s only seventeen. She was one of the many that have flocked to his expense. According to his charming dark eyes and handsome dark complexion, he was a prince, a tall Persian prince.

Could you be loved…?

Is this love, is this love, is this love that I’m feeling…?

9:48 am

Columbus Circle

Mama may have, papa may have, but god bless the child that’s got his own. He longed for that day of independence. Money, you’ve got lots of friends. And he enjoyed every moment he had in it. Empty pockets never make the grade. This city was his playground. Fuck the forty virgins and give him the forty, forty club with ESPN on the screen. He dreamed of his own Trump Tower He was going to be at the top be stock market king. He was all about the Benjamins baby!

10:00 am

Time Square

Give him Good Morning America, BET, TRL, The Naked Cowboy, Bubba Gump, and Starbucks out the fuckin wazoo. BLING, BLING, every time he came around the city BLING, BLING. These were the very streets that taught him to do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat, roof top like I’m bringing 88 back…word to your moms, I came to drop… bombs( well that part he had to just keep to himself.)

He had already passed the World Trade Center a while back and could stand the memories it seemed to fester. He could never bear to actually look at it, but he knew it was there. That very moment in history, changed his very existence. Stick em up, stick em up Jimmy. Ignorance was occasionally thought as just in this place.

Next time don’t listen to your mate Annie.

You know she likes to lie…

You know she likes to lie…

Darlin, darlin…

I got standards; she filled my name with such slander…

Let just say, he lost a lot more than just his face value, he was stripped of his own integrity for the longest time, and has yet to regain the stability he had fostered in any shoes.

“Say it aint so…” he sighed.