Holiday Spirit

When trees bare their bark
And carolers remove any doubt that
"Tis' the season to be jolly"...
It just let's me know that instead of Daddy
Santa's going to to be beating Mommy
And it's no surprise that instead of
Gift filled stockings
I'll wake up to the sight of Mommy
With two freshly blackened eyes...
Shrieks of pain
In lieu of shrieks of joy
There has been no joy...
Since I can remember...
Not even this time
Last December...
October
Or
November...
And me in my childhood state mind
Can only look to Daddy
And ask him
"Why?"...
It's all my mother's fault
If she had kept her pussy tight...
This probably never would have happened
But it doesn't make it right
No Christmas present's this year
Because..
Daddy spent the money for our gifts...
On the corner...
27th street...
Looking for the typical TRICK
Like the typical JOHN
Just to let his semen
Trickle down the bridge of her nose
To her lips and down to her chin
Because he loved the way it made her glow
And with
Each act of infidelity
I lost a dollhouse for my Barbie
A new pair shoes
To go to school
Because the old ones don't fit like they used to...
But Daddy still loves us.

This girl in my class said that...
Her mother had the same red stains on her mouth
Her father it was borscht...
Or beet soup...
I tried to take my mother and apply that same lie in my mind...
But my mother had never eaten a beet in her life...
So now what's the excuse?
Daddy never hit me...
I never did him wrong...
I gave him all the hugs
And kisses on the cheek he could ever ask for...
Maybe if Mommy did the same thing
Daddy wouldn't beat her anymore
And maybe we could see
What it's like to know what the holidays are all about...
Christmas dinners
And milk and cookies...
Instead of the milk and cereal I had
Followed by the doughnut from the man in blue
Who comes about once a week
To make the peace
So I can go to sleep.

My mother's eyes will be a different color in the morning...
Blue and black and purple and red and swollen
Her lips will burgundy and split
And crusted over but she will still manage to say the sweetest things
In the morning before I leave...
Something like a depiction
Of Hughes' deferred dream
Of a syrupy sweet
Or a festering sore
And...
Next year
Daddy will still love us...
And he will still try and make up lies for Mommy's red lips
Like telling me she ate too many cranberries
And they bled on to her lips
On Thanksgiving...
And soon...
My Daddy will realize
I am no fool---
My mother taught...
To smile and make the best of it...
And Daddy...
Taught me to play rough...
And that...
Cranberries only bleed
When you beat the shit out of them...
And I will learn
What it's like
To get the holiday spirit.

UNTLD: Rain

Rain doesn't disguise tears
As well as we'd like to think
Tear streaked cheeks...
Blood shot eyes
No need for denying
When the rain stops...
And the suns shinin'
I'll be in the background
Pretending to be too dumb to speak
And you---
You'll still be waddling in misery
Face ashen
Sinuses free
You can stop pretending any day now
Or we can continue to never bring him up
Along with your broken heart...
And this rainy weather
When we speak.

BBQ Remants

My first love...
I gave you my last $3
In Food Lion
To get these honey barbeque chips
I swore after you gave me my first kiss
With barbeque breath
I'd never eat
That brand of barbeque chips again...
Last night
I finished a bag
Of those chips
Thought about you
Smiled and reminisced
About all the silly little things that made you laugh...
And I missed you
Every now and then...
I realize that I miss my friend...
That I never got to say goodbye to.

Politically Inept

In politically ruled world...
One would think
All the power was in a red tie...
Everything in moderation
And on the contrary...
Nothing is more powerful...
Nothing more potent
Than your two fingers
Under my chin
With your lips pressed against mine.

Anomaly

Fuck.
I wanna be great.
Profound and prolific and...
Fucking phenomenal...
They all tell me I am...
But what am I to you?

The Role

All I can say is it's better now that you left...
Cause hell...
If I don't put on the:
"I'm hard" front...
Who will?

Demolition

Fornication with a woman
I know I don't want
The pussy was good...
But I can't even front
Having a child will not fill the mental void
From you that I want
And having a wedding will not fill
The skills that you lack
Nor will it cover the money
That you never plan to pay back...
So no matter how tight
And no matter how right
I'll be building on negatives
For as long as I allow this pattern
To present itself in my life.

deja vu

Everytime you smile
Light up the sky
Light up the night
Breaks my heart everytime
I miss your amourous rays
To light up my life
Reoccurance
You personify
Life on other planets
Dammit can u handle
Me sliding dreams come...
Gone...
And re-lived
Inside your womb to be born again
And re-live my dreams
Relive our dreams
Baby let me just lay in your mind
Let me jump start your endorphins...
Stimulate you physically...
Then mentally get you high---
Dignity in your strut...
I'm not gonna lie...
After seeing how those legs operate
Makes me wonder fuck
Makes me want to kiss you
On your lips high and below
Just to kiss the flesh that will soon
Bless the wondrous pathway which will soon be the life path for our future son...
Or future daughter...
And I'm going home on friday...
Reoccurance once again
To see my family until Saturday
To be back in time on Sunday...
To thank the Lord for placing you my way...
Opening my eyes...
To see you in time on Thursday...
Just to get your name...
Wasn't to worried about your number
Because when I saw those thighs of thunder
Couldn't help but to imangine my name
Engraved in between...
Damn...
Its funny...
To never see you in my dreams...
You'd like to think
I never would have imagined this...
But I did...
And everyday...
I open my eyes...
Pinch myself
And thank the Lord that you're still here...
Because sometimes...
I think I've had you in a life
Before
This lifetime that I call mine.

Dec. 16th

December 16 I lay face up
From the spot on the ground my body embed itself in
Looked up to heavens
Prayed I'd remember this day
The day that I had fallen in love with you...
And now my mind wanders back 2 years ago
And a part of me wishes I could recant
The statements of my heart
Float back in time
Resurrect my loneliness
Uproot the vulnerabilities I've confided many a midnight
And fall in love with you
All over again...
This year...
On December 16
And every year
In which I'm still alive
For its occurrence.

Sunny Nights

Your sunshine
Don't do nothin'
But bring me the blues...
Because when I see it from afar...
Does nothing but make me realize
Just how far I am away from you...
But Sunshine...
Oh sunshine...
How I do love your smile...
Just wish you'd hang around a little bit longer...
Squeeze me a little bit harder...
And still be there to warm me up
When the sun goes down.

Dipped in Clover

So tonight I'll dream of sun barely kissed kisses...
Coltrane on our breaths
Miles Davis amidst thrusts
Dizzy Gillespie would find the balance between our hearts...
Soft playing jazz ensembles between your thighs...
Make me one with the Movement
A part of the renaissance
Damn it if your name's Jezebel---
I'll call you
Suave and smooth
I'll seduce you
And you...
You can just call me
Your Soft heart having fool
I'll still call you...
Just catch me up in your groove
That smooth life time shit
In my dreams...
It'll stop before it starts...
And I'll wake up
Once again
To kisses dipped in clover honey
From the same sultry lips
Murmuring the smoothest skats in my ear.

Midnight Spectrum

With the sunrise
You're in my palms...
While in the end
Midnight
Rests its soul
Between
Your thighs
And I wonder
Through out your day
Where the borough fits in
And where your thoughts direct their stare
And what idle ideas
Are synonymous for in your world
As well as the order of your words
In that
Little
Secret
Folded tree
In the backyard of your mind
Because while midnight has been granted the heat of your inner being
I have been left to
Loiter on the outskirts...
Until I'm special enough to be given a role...
Until I'm special enough
to plant my own tree
In your back yard
In the hopes of something
Profound in nature occurring....
Like midnight making room
In the special space inside of you
For the rest of us
In the spectrum
Of light.

Untld: Moment in Brooklyn

So...
Naturally you can understand
My heartbreak
When the one I love
Doesn't
Fucking
Love
Me.

Obviously
All I need is some me time
The shut the world out
And be stingy
Just
With
Me
Kind.

Apparently
You don't give a fuck
Or you're still oblivious
Either way
It's a personal problem

But...
Just don't bitch about the role
Once you've been casted...
And elect not to play
Your
Fucking
Part.

Then again...
I love you through it all...
And I understood
Way before it all...
Sometimes...
In my
Semi-moments of weakness
I sit hoping you'd call
But I still know
You love me....
You just piss me the fuck off sometimes.

Untld: The Loveless

She said if I loved her she'd know it
Shit---
If I felt it I'd show it
But I just said these things to please her
clear her mind
Ready and willing to ease her Pussy lips on the ones between my nose and chin.
Damn---
Never thought she'd want the love
Not from me
Not like this
Didn't know she didn't know I didn't feel like that.
Didn't know she really thought I loved her back...
Then again
Don't think she really did
She just wished really hard
Wished she could remodel me into the prototype of anyone other than the loveless person that I am...
And I can be nothing more
Than who I am...
Without wanting to be that for myself.

Pure

And no...
I am not composed of molasses and cream
Or milk and honey
Though I think I'd melt if you ever told me I was
And made me believe it was so...
I'm simply a creation
Concocted of cells
Made up of 70% water
So let it not be a surprise
When you hurt my heart
And in turn
Tears leak from my eyes....
I am merely human
70% water
And I just ask that you love me
It'd be an honor if you knew my body
Well enough so that
When we made love
If ever we made love...
I'd never have to direct or speak
Because you'd know when I needed that slow remix
Rewind
Breakdown on my clit...
And when I needed it full speed ahead
Climax in 27 seconds flat type shit
It would mean you actually put some time into me...
Like I put sometime in to me...
Because I can hit that spot accidentally
More times than not
And I know your body better
Than the privileged pair of panties that
You elect to wear on occasion that
I'm so grateful to remove
And when I wonder if you love me
And how to make you want me...
Want me again like you once did...
I find myself wanting to taste like
Honey and milk and cream and molasses...
And I realize
That would be a shame if I did...
Because the pure taste of
Mangoes and
Nectarines
Would be soaked in something that...
It's not
And what's more desirable than something pure?
Nothing and everything all at once apparently...
Thus I twiddle my thumbs
While writing this...
Waiting for more time to elapse...
Because I'm sure
The next time...
When you look at me
When you...
Talk to me
Kiss me
Taste my homegrown love...
You'll remember how pure I am
70% water
And remember that desire
Deep down in your heart
That I'm sure is still there
And reflect it back into my heart
Clearer than that of the
Bluest pond.

Sheets

And though I
Match the masculine
To your feminine...
I am not afraid to tell you
To fuck me harder...
Nor am I afraid to tell you to stop
Because I know
The simple statement
Will cause a rise
In your imaginary member
And force you to soldier on relentlessly
I'm more so afraid to grip my sheets...
Because you know how I feel about my Egyptian cotton...
And the way you
PAUSE
POUND
ROTATE
Repeat...
Hitting my spot like
An elevator button
Pressed to take me higher
And higher
Just might make me tear these bitches---
Then again
I'm sure they've got them in stock somewhere...
Shit.

Verification

You
Fuck
Me
Up
And you know it...
And all I can do
Is listen to songs
That describe all the things I want to do
Dream and scribe the un-lived to be true
But it's
Not
Just
Me---
You tell her it's hers...
But in my top drawer along with your panties
Is where you left the receipt
To the pussy that
Belongs
To
Me---
You know I own it
Work it over
And nurture it.
Denial would simply be a waste of the time
That needs to be used
Remodeling your womb
From the inside out
Walls that need painting
Ceilings that can't be missed
Higher rooms
Just to accommodate the length and girth being dealt with
Although regardless
You'll always feel me in rooms I shouldn't be in
Small ponds
From small rivers
Leave trails
Of where to go
The next time something needs to be fixed---
I don't need you to tell me
It's
My
Pussy
The fact that my fingers fit you like a monogrammed glove
Tells me that it is
Brooklyn is embedded all in that shit
I know your spots
Then again...
I've shown them to you
Some of the old
All of the new
Deep
Slow
Hard
Let me play my congas in your jungle
Let me give you a reason to scale the walls
You know I can
You know damn well
But you'd rather not give in to your body's demands
And that's fine.
I can't lie...
You
Fuck
Me
Up...
And while you're trying not to let my name slip from your lips
As she struggles to swim in the river between your hips...
Thoughts of me
Deep
Slow
Hard
Rhythmically steady
Will be all you focus on...
And when you shiver
Glistening from throwing back what you've been blessed with from birth
She'll think she did it
As the craving for me to be inside of you gets worse and worse
You'll scratch my initials into your bed sheets
And when she's done splashing in foreign waters
You'll call me
For your post orgasm kiss...
So don't tell me
I don't
Have you
Fucked up
In the least bit.
I've already got verification.

The Harvest

Plowing in the field
My head buried in your neck
Waiting on the harvest
Ready for the fruit of your labor to be released
And to tease my palate
Strange fruit ain’t so strange
Nor is it an acquired taste
Because I don't want any one to acquire
The fruits of my labor but you
Plowing...
Ready to reap the reward

Greedy Givin

Greed don't know the half
We give and we give some more
That's only a third.

Happy Anniversary

It’s not a year yet
Only been seven months...
So I won't say it.

Timed Attn

Clock keeps on ticking...
I brought you a brand new watch
You still don't have time.

Penmanship

Letting my nails grow
Stroke your name deep inside me
My mark will be left

Strange Fruit Compote

Strange fruit ain't so strange
'Least not in my neighborhood---
That's all we eat here.

Tsunami

I'm not a life guard
So as I begin to cum
Please don't drown yourself

Mutilation Theory

She caressed my scars
Damn you've been through a lot babe
Was all she could say

Felt Up

Covers hold me better than any soul could
But I’d rather feel a soul do it wrong
Just for the sake of feeling a soul at all.

Boxcutter

"But there's no floor stains"
Criss crossed wounds rest on my thighs
"I put down towels"

Concerto B Major: The Encore

This
Is
The Encore
The part of the performance you’ve begged for
Longed for the main even to be over
Just to get a taste of
This after affair
Sound check in reverse
No one asks the audience how the orchestra's supposed to sound
I just know you want me around
Just to remind you of...
All the timbre you've let slip away
Since the last time I graced the stage
You’ve forgotten the way your
Fingers pop
To unsung melodies
The way your spine curves
When the rhythm caresses that spot
To the left
Down a notch…
Right there…
Forgotten the way
Pianissimo tasted
Rolling of the tip of your tongue
In the opening
Of your favorite love song
But this is not your favorite love song
This is nothing special
Yet everything you’ve ever hoped for
Because you’ve never imagined the best music
Being that of which isn’t scripted
But we are here…
We are the musicians…
We are the lovers
We are the makers
The movers
The shakers
We let the music use us as
Its form of medium
To bring itself to life in front of you
And all we ask…
All we ask…
Is that you open yourself up
To be fully pleased
Let me make love to you in your daydreams…
Let me kiss your eyelashes individually
And leave you with fairytale coated seams on the lining of your memories
Simply from the tempo
Of my congas
On the downbeat
Let that trombone slide all up in your
Gut…
Lower rib section rearrangement
While the bow for my fiddle
Tickles you into the very position
You never thought you’d ever compromise your orgasm to be found in…
This is what I do…
With the flick of my wrist and a baton
This is what you love
Imagine if I used simply my hands and my tongue
This is what you’ve paid all of your attention to me for
The very moment
After the goose bumps rise
Right when the hair begins to prickle against your own flesh
Down to the second when you find yourself
Fantasizing what it’d be like if I conducted this
Right
In between
Your thighs…
And so I play on…
Until yet again…
You’ve had your fill
And I have satisfied your craving
For
An encore.

The Symphony: Concerto in B Major

Pretty...
Nah that's not you by far...
You're too...
Intelligent to be pretty...
So I like to call you pulchritudinous to your face
You understand it's far from an insult...
The conductor
To the orchestral strings
In my symphony of
Hum-de-la hums
Of symbolic symbols of...
Esoteric...
Connotations of...
Sultry pieces of scrap metal
From some third world country in your mind...
Legato murmurs
I take you back to your future...
You're simply here in the present visit a state of being
For I am...
Worth it...
I am...
Worth...
Not quite you...
But the model two year's before your type
Upgrade with a subscription
To...
"Damn...you're fine as...."
Pure
Sugar
Cane...
In the fields
Of the Virgin Islands
Equipped with everything but a virgin mind
You're anything but a virgin
To the light of the earth
Rolled between damp fingertips
Searching for a glimpse of a vagrant mind...
Lenses to my soul...
Pupils dilated...
Stop smoking me...
I tend to have that effect...
Chances are....
There's something about you
That I'm supposed to find...
Something of normalcy
But there is nothing normal about you
Nothing normal about this...
Descendant of Oshun
You must be prolific
Poignant ebony majesty
More flavor than sodium chloride concentrated
And...
Love
You must be love
On two legs
And shoulders to carry the weight of the normal things
That pour out from the depths of your mind
Mere mortals unworthy
Pretentious...
Something like that...
Most of the time
And the rest
Is the silent fire
Burning the earth between your thumb and forefinger
Repeat strings here...
Crescendo the decrescendo
Impossible?
Just as much as being a prostitute and pimp
Which is how it always is...
But let me play for you
And tell you how...
The grandeur that is your silence
Is equivalent to all of the words
In this piece...
Let me
Live...
Love
Learn...
To be in your aura...
With the prospects of my greatness rise..
Speak fluently in the dialect of you
In a mind of my own
In the future tense
As the present tense
Expands my cipher
And the pizzicato
Carries out my symphony until we reach
The fermata
Where the life of every syllable's existence
Is held in the tips of our pens
Until...
FINE.

Android Malfunction

Come cook me dinner
Lay with me to fill the void
You still with your girl?

Past Famous

Wrote the first poem you'd ever been given...
Helped you experience the best orgasm you'd ever ridden
I don't need to be on your
Guest list
Just remember my name
And how to spell it
I'll be here
When you come down to size
Long enough to add me to the story you tell the next
soul about your past
And once again
You'll be glad I came
And I'll be glad you asked.

The Destitute

She wants to be my bottom bitch
I'm not into bestiality
Long besotted matriarch
From worlds past
Maybe
Next lifetime
She'll come back as my woman
And reign supreme
Instead of this seemingly
Destitute
Prostitute
Who I'd gladly grant
Manumit to...
If only I held
Plenary power
In my palms.

Virtuous

Looked at your picture today
Didn't feel anyway in particular
Until I remembered the way you sound
When you laugh
And I smiled
And released a giggle
Similar to the length of yours
But definitely not the same character you possess
When you give off
All of that
Radiance
I know it's of no importance
What my opinion is of you anymore
But I thank you for your virtues
Bestowed upon me
And reminding me what it feels like to remember something so
Radiant and pure.

Archetype Redux (click for audio)

She is poetry
I read her body
From her words…
To her statements
Decoding everything there is in her body language…
I run my fingers over her
As I get to each stanza
Manipulating her fears of me out of the way
At times holding her hands up…
High above her thoughts…
We take showers in memories
Letting the water drip on us…
Making us wet
Thinking about the day when we first met
The message I first sent After the first piece I read….
Now I play in her--
Making her scream metaphors of pleasure
Giving me subtle hints
That’s every now and then It’s ok to give off similes of pain
Pinning her up against the shower wall
Steam surrounding our bodies…
I run my fingers along her skin
Made of Braille…
I can read her goose bumps…
They tell me not to stop…
I continue…
Down her spine…
From the front to to the back…
From cover to cover I read…her book
I write my own---
After being with her…
Give her a copy…
Autographed….
To: Literacy
---Love Brooklyn----
P.s...Reading is fundamental...
obviously...
From there...
I sit on her shelf for years to come...
For she has become a fan
And refuses to let me go.

Strokes (Click to hear audio)

And despite the numerous bodies of water

Your body is the one
I find myself longing to take laps in
Front stroke
Breast stroke
Front crawl
Freestyle
And backwards...
Open swim is in order
For fluid ranges of motion
In your most southern ocean...
Because despite the most
Beautiful bodies of water
Created in nature...
I find myself wanting to
Perform infinite strokes...
In yours.