eleven.

that's what today is,
that's where today goes.
eleven.
loud fresh hardness, for your face!
believe it. or not.
but just try and front some weak sauce on this:

guns.
brokeback jackets.
home-knit scarves.
far away looks.
what-whaaaat?
representing the live free or die hardiness
of the heroic woodsly goodness.
and,
just so you don't forget about the 'hood, my ninjas.
real talk for the teleport:

grimy, duders-
like some baller-A* really realness.
old and busted and doooooooope.
stumps and hats and beards an' that.
word.
and that's a crochet flower on my hat, too.
real ninjas do real things.
warrior poetry and forest weirdie-type hard styles.....
how do we doo-doo that freaky sh!t?
you know it;
never quiet, never soft.....