for danilo

i cried for brickell the other day, i rode my bike through, but i couldnt see anything i knew

no street chickens, nicaraguenses, or bahamians, just cold, bare sides of condominiums

i thought of the sky blue, lime green and hot pink wooden plank houses on stilts... fishermen coming in from the bay with catches of red snapper, stone crabs and skrimps

coastal hardwood hammocks overlooking forests of mangrove, but now this progress and development has decimated places like coconut grove

sobe-... u mean south beach´s circle on lincoln road is where street kids would go dream... but after fashion and mtv this space is only fit for a monied gay stream

overtown, wynwood, they were once waaay more hood, and because so was deemed no good

this was long ago when crook and crome where arrested for tagging as the popo tried to restirct... but now... well with the midtown tumor miami growing, the performing arts center gleaming and the invasion of 4 dozen art galleries, they´ve turned the hood into an arts district.

miami's sweet water has turned bitter, yet we still think the expansion of concrete and asphalt is something better

tekesta... was once the name of this place and then miami as a colonizer came into replace

and as i said--i cried for brickell the other day
and while watching over the cracking concrete banks of the river maybe i shouldnt say
it left me waiting for miami to turn its full circle and watch all this bullshit sink into the bay