Monthly Archives: February 2011

New beginnings are found when least welcome,after tragic loss, or when the truth diesunder humid sheets (at least under some),or when the plane leaves earth for the dark skies:I’ve landed, I’m settled. I’m strong and free from weak linkage, from w… Continue reading →

I don’t know what to say, but it’ll flowand vibrate and shatter the cold air herewith the songs of spirit, the love belowand above and around; the truth is near:It approaches, every time I see hope or trust, or thanks, in the eyes of those I’vetou… Continue reading →

We commune with spirits when the lights getloose enough to just reach out and kiss one!Think about it: loose lights, sparkling ciderin glasses with neon stems; freonhems the hemlock hairdos that sisters wore since Sherman Hemsley moved on out to s… Continue reading →

The grass is greener when there ain’t no graze;cow eyes are glazed with the slick glass eye looktill you feed ’em and burst ’em with grass, maize (?)and shave’em, slice ’em, put ’em on the hook: Or off. Must the pious “stevedore” doffhis brain int… Continue reading →

Circles and lights, they circle the turnpikewhen it’s well past the night and haze is free,and hay isn’t free – you pay with your pikeor it scorches your throat on-you-we: That was a joke. Don’t take it for scripture,though it’s written in cursive… Continue reading →

I missed an appointment. It was a dream.No, it was true. I missed the appointmentfor real. No, it was a delusive dreamlike sec’lar kings anointed with ointment:Bengué, bengal tiger – icey hot balm – put ’em together and watch it splatterthe “palac… Continue reading →

Today I found out that a broken heartis just a metaphor, if the real oneshines brilliantly, stitched with a golden part,painting rhythms in its rays like the sun:He’s knocking at the door now. The soldier stands under the lintel, musket shouldered… Continue reading →

Ain’t nothing wrong with being African -whether full or partial, you are holyand whole; throw your fears in the plastic can,and be your truths, reflect your past fully:But look to the future, look toward the brook that drags itself languid over th… Continue reading →

The future is cloudy from where I stand,and I just need to see a gleam of truth,I just need to hold a fistful of sandthat won’t turn to glass as I leave my youth:I have lost all contact with my talents, it appears, though I know I reflect them,but… Continue reading →