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The Daily Poem: III
Poetry was born on the tongues of the lovers Their superficial smiles covering mounds of hard gold the rivers, in them they search for fist sized pieces of literature to cram into their minds to hide...
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The Daily Poem: IV
As I enter into the wonder that is your mind And devour the air that is your breath As you speak The psyche of these illicit drugs That are your words Begin to creep Into my being like defenseless...
View ArticleMy First Love
I don’t think I knew. I just never really thought about it, ya know? You were just there, and I was just here. I was just here with you, and we were just together. I wasn’t thinkin about it. I mean, I...
View ArticlePoetry Hour: I
She said she’d meet me at the metro station. I’d no intention of going there but something willed me Something like her prowess Or, coincidentally, her gentle voice. So I got up at Eight I’d play with...
View ArticlePedestrian.
There was an old man riding his bike today He stopped at the crosswalk. I was waiting at the corner of 19th and Thunderbird. I watched him. He waited, then the sign said “walk” or cross, or whatever. I...
View ArticleThe Daily Poem: I
Just when I began to think the silence had faded The muted minds jaded my unclean heart And I swear I lost my mind right here I swear it fell straight out of my head and landed smack dab in the middle...
View ArticleOn the Harlem Dancer
Applauding youths laughed with watchful eyes Juvenile grins and lustful thoughts Mentally terrorized her half-clothed body. She danced. She swayed and winded and thrust From her thick hips to her...
View ArticleThe Daily Poem: II
What is this? The box of unopened letters to myself I fear I might become unchained and unraveled Fucking with myself Who am I, but not myself? If myself hurts the present view of myself I’m not the...
View ArticleInstagram Revisited: I
They’re planning forevers disguised as 365s Maybes and maybe nots Smiling and lying to themselves With strangers mudslinging A breed of character assassination not usually seen Attempts at mishaps...
View ArticleInstagram Revisited: II
They greet me, “Dear Clouded Place,” With smiles and everlasting cheer. My bosom for their resting peace My tranquil atmosphere They, in their slumbers, resting Heads buried in enchanting volumes Reach...
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