30 Days, 30 Poemas / V

A Verse

Unforeseen circumstances
Pulling them together
Then
Kept on pulling
Till it's pulling them through one another
Now it's pulling them apart
But the pain of the tension is a necessary beauty mark
Now they know the difference
Now they see the surface unimportant
Or we pray they do
If they pay attention
But maybe that's a heavy fine
When entwined
With what reeks of sorrow
But tomorrow brings
Another different choice
We take it
Or leave it
Seldom in between
Its something for the mind to make complex
Got me kissing on her neck
Skin mimics images in thoughts of what that pussy do
Cells excreting wet in excess
I mean I start to sweat
I
mean my skin is wet
entrapped in heat's hold
memories of tongue's touch
provide the right cold
Unlocking the key
Two cycles rubbing up on infinity's tit
Bare closets and see secrets
Switch

30 Days, 30 Poemas / V

30 Days, 30 Poemas ....

day 4

enjoy the rain for the droughts come soon

i pity the man who complains of monsoons

and he pities i for daring to pity

his laugh at the circle like sounds from the city

they banter, they banter

they jest, they jest

my fever is cooled by the warmth of my chest

and picture the man who cant picture himself

no one knows a thing like the poor man knows wealth

30 Days, 30 Poemas ...

Day 3

A Free in the Day World

Walk outside

nice night

a little chilly but sometimes a breeze feels good

complements the fire of the human spirit nicely

Lily's with me

we have hula hoops

makes me feel like a dance

she gets angry because I have headphones in one ear

i'm chilling, the music is delicious

Walk in the store

deli groceries populate the Bedstuy corners

Guy at the counter says they're from Yemen

Admire their beautiful language

even though it's coupled with suspicious looks

pull money from my pocket

their faces soften

... they are not their confusion

Walk outside with new plastic bags

Mine's containing

honey bun

dollar water

& blueberry poptart

sugar makes hunger temporarily leave my doorstep

tobacco smoke

feels good while you're smoking

not so good afterwards

living in moments

A park

Lily suggests we go in

Good suggestion

Sit down, exchange dreams

She thinks my calm is a phase

I think that's cute

Cops.

Fuck

...they are not their confusion

Medina & Wolfe

their badges shine in the street light's soft glance

Wolfe takes the lead

pointless questions

writes down our names

Gives the usual Babylonian response to mine

A stutter coupled with, "can you spell that?"

I'm used to witnessing this matrimony

asks where it's from

I tell him I was named after Patrice Lumumba

first prime minister of the Congo, murdered by our government

He seems uninterested

I giggle inside

Medina seems disturbed by my stare

I can tell she doesn't know what to make of me

"Perhaps he's trying to intimidate me"

...they are not their confusion

Lily doesn't have I.D.

Wolfe runs my name in the computer

comes back with court summons

and handcuffs for Lily's wrists

She struggles, I feel useless

Lily doesn't dig the situation

She lets Wolfe know that

Wolfe doesn't dig Lilly

I run to the house to get her I.D.

while running, i tell my soul to stop crying

...they are not their confusion

we are our own victims living with drama as our sustenance

death is necessary and we fear it

God, we fear it

as we suck on the dark tit of society

i throw the key in the lock

it's so lonely in this world where money is God

i throw the contents of her bag on the floor

it's so lonely in this world where money is God

i grab her passport and rush out

it's so lonely in this world where money is God

running back now

They let her go after much deliberation

As the cops pull off

I hear my father's laughter in my head

I smile

Just another free in the day world

Just another

free in this cold and lovely world

30 Days, 30 Poemas ..

Day 2:

Woman

why is it you can't see

that my body was made for you

and your beauty made for me

Hey, Hey baby, can I talk to you for a second?

Who taught you that you were meant to be fucked?

Stop.

Denial is useless

I've been watching you watching me watching you

for this entire train ride

You've expected me to approach you

You don't even question why that task falls upon me

Perhaps you secretly prefer it this way

Or do you recognize choice

Timshel

Thou Mayest

Why do you take a backseat in your own sexuality?

Shall I clamber into your open driver's seat?

Why is it that you don't see the value of your own noble steed?

Stop.

Denial is useless

If you knew the price(lessness) of your love

You'd, without hesitation, take the reigns that were made for your grasp

Do you understand what I'm saying to you?

I was meant for your grasp

Woman

I wonder if you know

that I see infinity in the sway of your backside

Your desire resides in the unfounded depths of my chest

And your refusal to be aware

Pains me

Woman

do you know this pain bores into me

and turns my pleasure to boredom

Woman

You're turning my pleasure to boredom

Woman

You are not your fear.

You are not your confusion

Even in my boredom I can see that

Even in my boredom I can see you

Woman

30 Days, 30 Poemas

Day 1:

On the birthdate of my memory

my father gave me a bucket made

equally of the outer layer of his soul,

hardened by the friction of his dreams rubbing against reality,

and the soft, malleable parts within

My mother poured the milk from her breasts

into my father's gift until it was filled to the brim

And they asked me to look inside

I obliged

Gazing into the depths of their present

I laughed at my presence

As my father witnessed my mirth, a shiver went up his spine

and, perhaps without realizing it,

he began to cultivate a solid distrust of me

On the day I began to nurture my perception

my father gave me the gift of his laughter

From that gift sprung the ability to doubt my mind

to listen to that doubt like a musical note

to sit back in the throne, separate of me only because I think so,

and truly be aware

of my Being

I'm going to die soon

and it feels, well...

it feels like the tingling of an orgasm

thank you

i like to masturbate to my compliments.