Saturday, August 1, 2009

peekaso














i know someone who knew someone...
ill miss ya ken.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

i aint no redwood..

i wish i was like a tree
and with every year i became stronger and taller
rather than weaker, smaller, and fragile
any heavy gust sets me to my knees
and as the trees shed their skin
every layer of my heart becomes like paper
and dissolves into the sea
uprooting to go somewhere to be free

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

just u n me..

















like certain deth

Monday, June 29, 2009

breakfast in bed

celestial seasonings
sounds oh so good
warm and tender
a sultry splendor
turns my world into
warm cotton sheets
and homemade jam
loving in an amber sea
made of you n me
salt and pepper
nothing sweeter...

Thursday, June 11, 2009

milk

as i write
my letters become my bones
and my work becomes my skeleton
i used to write in ink
but now i write with calcium
milky white
and never seen
but i hear and feel them
like my old knees and my crooked spine
like a ladder to my mind
which has become an attic
flooding with milk
strengthening all the bones of this old house
i call my body

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

repetition...

if i could i would paint everything red
and then paint it blue
and over again all black
and hopefully it would fade to white
to start over again...
all over again
over and over
till nothing is left

exuma...

Monday, January 26, 2009

big man on campus

there was a tortoise who lived to be 152 years old
everyone shoulda treated him like a king
no tortoise rides just neck massages n mcdonalds lettuce wraps
n truck rides to vegas
with the wind in his face goin faster than ever before
pullin that semi horn with his lil turtle hands
all day, everyday.