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About a Bull of Light
On mornings following the least sleep
the sun is a golden bull
stampeding over the horizon
it’s nostrils billowing beams of light
the blinds no match for its bestial fury
leaving eyelids vulnerable to attack
I hate those mornings the most
I greet the sun with a smile
and single finger salute -
About A Prince Who Never Grew to Reach His Crown
In HS Tim lettered in football ( Read more... ) -
About a Crush
When I hugged her goodbye
something in me bade extra care
so my hands were almost too gentle
as if a grip too tight might cause her to crumble
revealing a plan by God to punish
a sinner too foolish to yet know love
Beyond the fabric of her blouse
I felt a tingling in my fingertips
that seemed beyond our years
as if it were some generations old frequency
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A Graceful Passing
Aunty is struttin’ in Heaven now
yeah, struttin’
on new legs
new legs
Just like the time before
when she strode the Earth atop umber stilts
back when she danced and swayed
in those sparkling garments of the disco era
she was aglow
she was aglow
and the stars envied her mortal grace
Back when she posed with legs crossed
hand under chin
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Spanish Town Mardi Gras Circa 2013
Memories of the day were a chaotic kaleidoscope
Of cheap vodka and other substances
Of rains and parades
Of beers, beads and loud cheers
And fellowship that all faded black for me
Before the sun departed
I awoke several hours later
On a gaunt couch bed
Besieged by drunken friends nestled among one other
Her head was heavy on my chest
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Stained Glass Lies
This particular student was black
so he could not possibly be an angel.
Their images of Heavenly beings
had never been challenged.
They were good people
who had only been shown their reflections
in stained glass windows.
And the hair of the Jesus
placed on their Crosses hung straight like theirs.
But this student was too black
to be an angel.
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Shit
It amazes me how anyone
can care about any of this
so much.
Actors
or slaves
or some perverse mingling
of the two.
They have to be.
No one should care
this much
about
spreadsheets
word docs.
And it's all
so glossy.
Glossy silver linings
around glass panes
Glossy tiles
connected to glossy walls
and doors
The nicest building
I've ever worked in.
The glossiest shitter
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Choose
Most people
live lives
breathing life
into a vision
conjured in a head
not their own
bill bound
wading through alternating tides
of debt
Oh, to instead die
broke and free
With only a smile
or maybe a scowl of
your own choosing
OF
YOUR
OWN
CHOOSING
that is the elusive key
fondled but not secured
by dumb hands
it doesn't matter,
make or miss
just whether or not
you choose
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What of tomorrow?
Captain, I come with news of news. The informed opinions of talking heads and intellectuals who muddle the discourse with details of your alleged fault in today’s action. If we don’t speak credibility will be lost. What is your response ( Read more... ) -
A Blue Something
I am peeling back the layers of my reason ( Read more... )