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 Marrakesh

I think people want connection, adventure, action, flattery, arousal

And dreams. Hopes to meet the one. The one for what ever dream you have

Faith over fear aboard is on my side

You wanna follow me down this alley?

Haggling over the price of a tissue

OK 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 nail

Think 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 perfume

Oh 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 too

If you’re looking into the desert, you’re sexy

V reality is never as good as the pictures

that’s true eating of McDonald’s

It 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 stone

On earth as in heaven on the back of a sweatshirt

She is going so slow and careful with the soda Vandala

Soda Mandala

Get ready there’s no time to waste written on a pink sweatshirt

Talk late

Another sweat shirt

Another sweatshirt on a bro, this time says holy spirit, your life’s Pyro