“Seeds” a poem

“abandon finesse & sweat
revolt paying double for life
or occupying corners like unwanted dining room tables
needing coupons”

“Seeds” a poem

“abandon finesse & sweat
revolt paying double for life
or occupying corners like unwanted dining room tables
needing coupons”

elements of a poem

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Black Folks Don’t Like Clowns

I won’t smile just because /

I’m not a clown.

We know better than walking with the flow of traffic

or to love without love

Demand a song for your shadow

garlic for your shoes / protect your trail

but saltwater the pattern

that only the shake of bones can re-assemble

this isn’t magic

but the perfect mixture of spirits

to parch abandoned trains traveling

and quench prayers pressed in family bibles.

 

There is no big top coming / No elephant tricks

 

So, from which rain do you belong?

who organized this parade?

with borrowed drum beats

something isn’t right…

we don’t play piccolo’s where I come from

 

And some will need to pay

especially if we don’t see the receipt or

experience you as a whole person

with a moon eclipsed hip

and patched spare tire

 

You want to stop crying?

Stop smiling for no reason.

besides

 

Black folks don’t like clowns

anyway. –

 

“Black Folks Don’t Like Clowns” from the book “yardwork“

A Poem

It’s a poem if the words can live without you.

If the allegory can make blinding light shine from tombs
awaken memories
breathe them back to – reality.

It’s a poem if,
there are possibilities for similies linking people
universally
from fallen walls to picket signs
drawing scents of lemons
shake hands of farm girls to vegetarians
likening poetry to biblical days
with your comrades
logging different chapters
forcing the community for just one night
to look
directly into the sun
That’s a poem.

from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips