You always hated the cold. Each snowflake that falls Has a particular Morality to impart. The tongues of night pass over The leaves fallen into Dampness, rot, Swallowing the dead air. Streetlamps flash over the blackness As candles do,... Read More
AGBALUMO
Agbalumo dun dun! Omo Oba lo fe mun un Oh dear Agbalumo! Be sweet! Be sweet because I’m here to Leak, suck and milk you dry. Fear not, ’cause I’ll be soft with it and will tear your wall with a full-barred mildness. Drop a... Read More
Rites of Initiation
Any fool can get high. It’s not too tough a trick to pull off. All it takes is a little cash and a few chemicals combined as a dope concoction to dose and douse the day with. Hell, some folks can ride such waves in a peaked... Read More
Day Time Bitch & Nighttime Whore
Fern Dickson life untrue to her marital vows, peachy, what did you expect from the Indiana Rockville whore? Daddy was welder man, sweat, bleeder bending over hot steel rolls all day, he was a verb man, Oliver farmer, noun, welder machine man. Fern... Read More
Mind swings
What’s wrong with me today. I feel like I woke up in another person’s skin. My thoughts are not mine, my temperament is different, and my body doesn’t respond the way I used to. A dark cloud is hanging over my head trying to dissolve... Read More
Theory of Evolution
Not every step in life is meant to be smooth; how else could we grow and learn along the path? Not every word from our mouths can come out perfectly clean; how else could we be pushed to expand our language of love? Not every truth that... Read More
Love is in the Air
Blue Egyptian silk shimmers as I walk in. The scent of roses fills the air As little red petals lay strewn everywhere. Mingling just right, The scent with the coolness of the A/C L’amour is in the air As I gaze upon the object of my... Read More
The minds Battles
Success – a word too narrow to define’ With God’s own Love and divine We pinpoint and chastise our viewpoint to different angles. Our mind, our greatest enemy. Thoughts provoked and chained to your ankles. Welcome to the block! Your... Read More
And Streets Lined with Gold
The homeless poet stood outside the bar in the cold talking to anyone who would listen. He held a stack of papers in his hands that he gave away to anyone who showed the slightest interest. He said they were free, but anyone with half a... Read More