Yr Life’s Pyro / Marrakesh

A beat poem from Marrakesh Morocco. Yr Life’s Pyro Wherever you are be there, totally embroidered on the back of a woman’s jacket, lean over her counter and a shop in MarrakeshI think people want connection, adventure, action, flattery, arousalAnd dreams. Hopes to meet the one. The one for what ever dream you haveFaith over fear aboard is on my sideYou wanna follow me down this alley?Haggling over the price of a tissueOK what can you hold on a scooter like stacks of flapping leather or how about two babes and some smiles and then there’s also two brothers on a scooter carrying construction materials first time they go by they’re holding a window second time around a very, very large nailThink about the daydreams of the shopkeepers with a keep in their eyes behind their head, cause they’re leaning over not looking at the phone that’s in the lab and not hustling the tourist into action. It’s everlasting action.They look like they like perfumeOh man, with a bag full of pancakes between his legs on a scooter that screeches as he roll, starts it, sensitive eyebrows helmet, like an army captain and shoulders like this tooIf you’re looking into the desert, you’re sexyV reality is never as good as the pictures that’s true eating of McDonald’sIt smells like ass from all the exhaust. It’s a vortex, but it’s a smelly ass vortex. Kittens crawling out of a ancient sewer after prayer call chase it’s tail on a old building stoneOn earth as in heaven on the back of a sweatshirtShe is going so slow and careful with the soda Vandala Soda MandalaGet ready there’s no time to waste written on a pink sweatshirtTalk late Another sweat shirt Another sweatshirt on a bro, this time says holy spirit, your life’s Pyro