I said I played the guitar with love chipped fingers
He told me how to paint heartbreak
And then I put my music to his strokes
Colored all my melodies
Till they ran raging all over town
I could tell all the kings that fell
The queens still dancing with their heads
He could make the moon seem red and blue
My face like a beacon shining through to you
That Jagged heart that loved you
Cut and press the tickets to another time
Haiti baby, Brooklyn babe
honored like a street king
Trouble in the beat, she rings
Trouble in the heat, she sings
For Jean Basquiat
Jean Basquiat!
Andy said, 'girls be careful'
He keeps his heads and skulls like petals of the poetry he finds
You find your roots in the double
gaze of the untitled
And I kept humming the same song I met him through
Seeing if he could read my mind
I could tell all the kings that fell
The queens still dancing with their heads
He could make the land seem true and cruel
Rubble renegade in a craze for the truth
That broken pieces that loved you
Cut and press the words to another time
Haiti baby, Brooklyn babe
honored like a street king
Trouble in the beat, she rings
Trouble in the heat, she sings
For Jean Basquiat
Jean Basquiat!
I got the flag flying high
And the harbor is calling in to the tide
My birds of faith flew back home to you
Jean Basquiat!
I know you're there
In a blue phase, a red haze
Green blazed and Andy made it
Jean Basquiat!
Neon singer wearing her canvas dress
The untitled piece you haven't made
Jean Basquiat!
Look to mars and the stars
Hair like a king, man like a trip
Jean Basquiat!
Jean Basquiat!
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Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
