June 2012
4 posts
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...
Poem
Untitled in progress
All this yolk is yours, the universe in my head with its sun on a string, this voyeur bright and visible and feeding on your voice; our hips hinged / And me your second shadow; wow - all this radiance: my yolk, the white, and all the shells. Yours.
6 ODUS FOR THIS NEW ERA
1. regular morning yawn -
i long to play the role of ‘monstrosity’
its the missing link between propaganda
and the modern poet… we useta whet
our tongues for the well-written pathogen
for the droplets of sweat cleft from osmosis
but sadly, there is no terminal abomination
in my future… the poet is dead / long live
“The Dead Poet ©”
2. electronic yawn...
4 tags
April 2012
73 posts
persona non grata
(It hurts for us,
Reflecting back upon the harm
Done to black folk’s humanity)
Lázaro Ros emerges
From internet radio, has
Afrekete all in his voice
And we cringe
In the discomforting skins
Of our own non-customs;
Invoked into anger & shame,
By 4 centuries of embarrassment,
We turn down the volume
(We all lie to ourselves, but
Only when there’s been genocide do
The lies linger between...
