Souls On Ice

by Ryan Gilman

Before starting this off, I wanted to just say that a lotta people think that I curse too much. Well fuck that, that’s how it goes sometimes, now to what the poem is about...about…

My style is unorthodox, it’s bombed on city blocks, the smoke in suburban crack pipes, the tension created where there is about to be a fight

…in other words, my shit is all over the place….

For a moment it’s about me….

one half “Jewish,” one half “black,” that mixture is crazy…cats don’t know whether to burn or enslave me, but either way it’s all gravy…

…well, not quite, I’m still wondering what this is all about…about….that makes me wonder what it IS all about?

Is it about cause and effect?

Is it about losses and gains?

Is it about the poor versus the wealthy?

Is it about the right choice versus the wrong one?

Shoot, I can go on and on with this, YOU get the point….

My opinion is whatever you and I want it to be….that’s what it’s about

What is it about those two people getting together?

What is it about those two factions warring?

I think we FOCUS too much on what it’s about….or the why…or the explanation, and do not focus enough on the “how”

Here is a bigger idea: How can YOU solve this plethora of dilemmas that are barely even the tip of an iceberg that encases our minds into a frigid prison of bars and cold hostility?

That…reader or listener…is what I try to be about……heating things up…friction…..