there's one way to become a comedian - it's thru this poem
come through Feltonville they'll say we didn't know him
By stood on my porch offering touch football
half in the shade that concrete space a place to feel tall
white sun glazed faded Korean store Hershey's sign
on the corner with some quarters Pepsi-Kona TV time
cola-coffee sweet like Toffey buy a composition book
a helping hand from the owner's kid just like me he looked
Kev in the clouds after public pool ramen in metal bowls
lotta pepper on that oyeh two bags from the corner store
can't swim cuz girl took a shit and didn't clean her butt
weekdays was good morning weekends was what's up
stay together young lovers that was mom and dad
her crying on a blue stoop never saw anyone that sad
and when I go back I get the feeling that I've never left
realize worse things in this life and the next to accept
