The parched flower burrowsAs a drill unto the earth.Tubes made of cellulose and fiberClench and writhe and curl––A soul as desiccated as scorn-ed bones.So too, I believe,That the child is bruised and torn–– That they beget lamentationsJust before they brightly burn.
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A Temple for Smoke
Gain one minute.Give back five.That’s the theology of smoke.It bellows from a burning scroll.It ascends the church steeple–Infiltrates by way of ashen veinsThat congeal between the bricks.Its words on my tongueDoth stingAnd doth stainBut when expelled from my lips?I kiss a moment of flavor.One of comfort.One of still…While mother nature and sister timeLay greater burdensContinue reading “A Temple for Smoke”
The Creek Behind your House
I didn’t leave you Because I hated you; I left because If my heart had its way, Then we would have given Each and every Cell in your body A chance to cut us– –Convinced there’d be just one Who’d remember that Long Summer afternoon In the forest Where we professed our love To oneContinue reading “The Creek Behind your House”
My Little Light
My little light You took something from me When your flame flickered out You stole my inspiration My drive My patience for the drollings on I don’t understand How would-be fathers and mothers Move on Why they’d want to move on From this aching This ghost of a pain you’ve left behind My spark MyContinue reading “My Little Light”
Young, Gifted, Black, and Loved
No poems today- I’ve scant been writing due to all the life-changes I’ve been going through. But amongst my errands, an old memory found me. I’d like to share that story with you now. As I’ve mentioned before, I have been interested in the arts since I was a child. At one point, acting andContinue reading “Young, Gifted, Black, and Loved”
You Didn’t Say “Hello”
From the Author This poem didn’t require much thought. It doesn’t come from the recesses of my brain. It’s just observation. It’s a story we have all read. We recognize it. We understand where it’s going without even reading till the end. It’s a cheap poem. Yet, when I leave my heart unnattended for justContinue reading “You Didn’t Say “Hello””
Sulfur’s Lament
Said the powder-keg spirit To the match and her flame, “What is life, but dust and ash in the wind?” To which the duo replied, “To stay warm for however long it takes to grow cold” From the Author To succumb to wrath is to feel empty. To be loved is to feel warm. ThisContinue reading “Sulfur’s Lament”
The Womb of the Lake
The young man Took his step-off Into the shrouded waters, His feet eager To cleave from the lake’s pier. Slighted by rotten wood, His legs buckled, Sending splinters and moss into the air. A hegira* already misguided and breech, He surrendered himself To the choking and the sinking He waited for his prostate form ToContinue reading “The Womb of the Lake”
Sleeping Giant
When you grasp your soul in your own hands No master will be able to halt you No betrayer will be able to kill you No heretic will be able to steal you away from we Beasts will try to break you Murderers will try to burn you Poisoners will try to mar your faceContinue reading “Sleeping Giant”
Tug
The moon doesn’t shine tonight But i still feel her tug Her pull I hear the whisper of her song Drifting serene on gentle winds Too soft to know if it’s a lullaby Or a mournful dirge- Its melancholy form Barely ecking through a cloudy blanket She tugs and pulls at my heart She soothesContinue reading “Tug”
The Poetry of Ants 