by Alexander Baker
Eternal sirens
and on the lake shore luring my eyes in
Vast expanse, cold thickens my hide when
I stay on the grind, echoes of violence
But fractures unify, here conversations thrive
An aging gateway city rings out
Echoes industrial silos and a Green Mill
Blood runs down old walls
Shady aldermen and we’ve swallowed the pill
But I hear Dilla’s liquid air echo in the streets
Lupe kick push no destination rebel move over the beats
The winds move through we assemble, different blooms the dusty flower
Same block sunrise 'til set morphs different hour by hour
Loving every one of my kin
What is this dusty vessel if not celebrating shed skin
[ Artwork by Phil Thompson ]