May 2013
3 posts
April 2013
1 post
Louisville Cardinals
prayers to Kevin Ware for a complete and full recovery.
then FYEAH! louisville’s beatdown of the duke bluedevils…. and… and… CAN THIS BE RIGHT: the louisville women’s team is currently up big over baylor and Griner?!?! never had much use for easter, but this so far is a great one!
March 2013
3 posts
February 2013
2 posts
protoplasmic phrenology
from my old morethanmud.blogspot.com page….
MONDAY, NOVEMBER 22, 2010 (edited feb 12 2013 at 2:damn-early a.m.)
this pathos-by-proxy still twitches
at the mere mention of paterollers
storming the gate / neanderthals with
knuckles dragging - swarming the stanza;
dupes in white robes, haute-couture dunces
capped in trivial pursuits; they’ve come for
the gardenias, the organza. and the...
January 2013
2 posts
December 2012
3 posts
If you have to choose between being a pretentious smart-ass or a smug son of a bitch then go with the one that will get you laid the fastest, depending on the circumstances, because chances are you’ll have nothing else going for you.
a black man jumps the shark
i want a bar mitzvah.
or something. i’m 43. watching
boyz in da hood with my homies
while checking email from a cell
phone does not count
as “rite of passage”
“In traditional societies there was little room for the “unplaced person” who had yet come to terms with his/her society. In part the creation and extension of adolescence is a reflection of a casual motif in modern...
“see eyes / rainbows boiling
within retinas / eye jellies a rolling
black hole...”
– indigenous redesign, upfromsumdirt © 2012
November 2012
2 posts
October 2012
6 posts
4 tags
urban water buffalo theorem #1
up at dawn…
i strap on africa:
my metaphor, my phantasm.
africa is the yoke i harness
my imagination to, pulling
me up from this assimilated coma;
tan docker’s and my tattered olive
hoodie make for a poor man’s
american-styled dashiki.
midnight is the work-clothes
i fit my words into; i’m a pullman
car porter for old adages and new
mythicisms; i’m a houngan...
September 2012
3 posts
5 tags
“if there can be such a thing
as a ghost writer then why not
a corporeal...”
– “Africadabra, motherfucker” by upfromsumdirt
August 2012
11 posts
July 2012
7 posts
'meanwhile, ten years later...'...
(my poetry-hand’s been waaay off lately.
this is just me scratching around, and for now,
might be the worst thing i’ve ever written)
…
1.
aahhh, yes, “the dystopia”, right?
with its broken neon, ashen sheen; bedtime
stories of sex and soot. we are in s&m
to what we mistake as “beauty”…
cocooned. spooning the echo
of an older era....
June 2012
4 posts
3 tags
4 tags
May 2012
7 posts
boxora's pan / bizarre (czar) shit /...
we kiss and color bliss outside the lines / scholar
blind. we trace sun and bow the rain until sky dances
a prismatic trance. we hope / black isotope in heart
this kaleidoscope of skin, lips apart / we collide / twin
isosceles. this is what happens when black love
becomes anti-coumadin - this collusion of caress:
a high platelet count. a thickening. a quickening.
a beautiful thrombosis. climb...
