Lil Black Book

Naw, I'm not enough of a mac

to be old school and

actually have a book filled with numbers.

My lil black book started from a writing class.

I was supposed to keep it around with me

and write ideas that popped into my head.

Otherwise, the good ideas might be forever lost.

I actually kept up with it at first,

carrying it in my backpack when it was hot

and in my coat pocket once it cooled down.

I would whip it out in class

when I would daydream and want to remember it

or if the teacher said something that caught me as odd.

For instance, one science teacher said,

"Well I have news for you;

we're all homo... homo sapiens!"

I almost bursted out in laughter,

maybe because he had a thick spanish accent.

A few of the lines I wrote down in the book

have inspired me to write blog posts as well.

"Never walk behind white girls crossing the street.

They will get you hit," sparked "Crossing the Street."

There are also a few funny lines

I may insert in to later works.

"About 5am last night

I heard my roommate moaning and sucking

to what must have been a wet dream.

I envied him that night."

But somewhere around the end of that semester,

winter break, and the following semester,

my lil black book became a way to keep track

of group projects and booklists.

Soon enough I stopped carrying it all together.

The last thing I wrote in it

were instructions for my Theology Final paper.

The last creative phrase I wrote was

"Sucka for love like a heart-shaped lollipop."

So now

the lil black book sits on my desk.

I plan on lugging it around once again

with hopes of filling it up

with brilliant thoughts and ideas.

Once I do that

I'll invest in a small lil black book,

one I can pocket in my jeans.

I carry around a pen at all times as it is now.

I mean, I figure it part of the writer description.

The book is just the canvas.

Word.