Tag Archives: Urban Sonnets

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 →

Dry ice, black eyes, no peace, all bravery,all ears, all sights as sounds, as archery,up high, down low, too slow, the knaveryof black knights in tears felled by treachery:Let us not call it a feud, the matter was misguided enough to look away,to … Continue reading →

What a glorious day! The snow did fall,and I almost did – almost broke my foot!But, no! I stood up, and I did recallthat my reasons for dreaming were the truth: This is strange grammar: reasons into one “truth,” like roses shoved into a thin vase;… Continue reading →

I feel as if floating; I am the haze,the fog, the mist, brumous air, the aura;I expand, penetrate the worldly maze,particles streaking through fauna, flora:I am suffused with spirits of fresh times when intuition and feeling were guides;there was … Continue reading →