Category: Cancelled Without Prejudice

Everyone should know this

I wanted to wait until we were old enough
when feelings are not like the fever of a child
now learning how to walk, embarking upon new terrain
it happened today, regardless, I felt the heat stinging my skin
with anticipation, I let go, and didn’t care if I fell on my face
an aderaline hot as day, summertime when it’s still winter
I imagined chimes of an ice-cream truck signaling change.

I wanted to resemble cool for you, I wanted to give you the superfacial
when there’s nothing cool about the unknown, I can’t pretend…

Just take me home

I don’t want flowers right now
they will begin a new displacement
with their crushed petals, bringing anew
as the creases of a page, that you just
bought from the corner store, trying to
make-up with things that doff…

Two Strangers Kissing

I remember that night in Union Square, 
I was telling you some ridiculous tale
of my boyish adventures. I remember
the moment, my hands freezing for your hold.
Everything you said to me resonated
in a way a tropical island warms you
somewhere far from the cold
more romantic than anything in English.
In that moment, I  felt fluent in a syntax my tongue
was incapable of pronouncing as a teen
still yet to learn how to do proficiently.
While I was contemplating the correct
conjugative verb, the correct timing 
to accent my impulses, you fell close
to me and our lips locked on these streets
where everything is dirty, and crude.

She talks about distance

When I’ve been born to be alone
I came into this world with my mother
She’s dead now, she left this place
with strangers, who may have cared
about her survival, and what it would
mean, for a a young survivor, but I’m…

Kissing is Necessary

Through the thickness of static
I feel a joyousness playing turns
on a turntable, a moment like this
where nothing exist but you close to me
on the pavement of Union and Get Ready
I drift sideways, and you have to direct me
to my train, because my mind forgot how to walk
infatuated with a high that is your kiss, I’ve discovered
a canoodle dialect, a prerequiste for breathing.

Human Bites

cadger has invaded my dwelling with sleepless nights
wondering if my trails will make a full bed, follows me where
I sleep, and my neglect of the most functional of everyday
will give birth to offsprings, multiplying,
waiting in the wind for their time to discover
a skin populated with same colored fur as their hide

Belfry

In depths of dreams, we danced
and you asked me why am I here
where envy is capricious in every
eaten word, when I am a creature
of the night, an animal trapped in
the solar plexus of another’s imagination

Oh, The Unspeakable Things…

my lungs have suffered my loneliness
now, they have fluids floating in them
a cough isn’t sufficient anymore, I am
sick with my own disease, you can’t
recognize on the surface, but if my
insides can talk with such vehement
it would tell you how much you meant to me.

I think about where will I would go
it would be anywhere but here
where I lie naked on a dance floor 
because I want the comfort of the trees
singing a breeze, dangerous at times
but I know what branch to slumber on
as I reach like the mountains’ peaks…

Behind God’s Back

Where, the best foods are to be discovered
Because we can’t afford your shantytown paradise
where, you pay more money than a Baltimore family
where a school teacher could buy two houses on our poverty-line
Oh did you forget, just because we walk through Williamsburg
with our new kicks, fresh press skirts, we think we own something.
Then, don’t come to our parts of God’s back, don’t even say Jesus sent you
because both God and Jesus will relocate once your ass discover that corner.
You never wanted to be that close to Culture! you just wanted the food, and to be
to be a spectator of a spectacle, like a museum artifact, you can afford to walk into and claim
as your own, and talk about such and such from a distance, from a distance I watch you fall
from your own peneplain… Walking away, I’ll remember this moment and always wear a hemlet.

Chosen

Yeah, make my own sonnet tonight
Yeah, make my own history tonight
make my own dance tonight, make
make, make, make, make my bake
flour and water, I wrap my dough
Yeah, make you jump in the holy ghost
feelin it eh, feelin it eh in dis power
you clap, and sing til the morning
Yeah, make you catch de devil
ha, ha, make you lose yourself
in your own laughter 
mek you tink in different verses.

Delicate Window

My eyes are bigger than the sunset now
incapable of feeling the delicate window

Dreaming, inside my romanticized state
organized neatly, compartmentalized ellipsis

I will not pretend to be a writer now, with arms fold
brooding over a wilted ole maypole 

with intent want, I won’t watch myself depreciate
in a rhyme that doesn’t fit.

A Land Made Of the Sound Of Her Laughter

Will lead a way, through these buried lives in me
the seeds will come alive again with your dirty earth
my avoidance only shapes your loitering, waiting there
in the shadows of enlightenment, a secret world of flowers
a rest, a lost so I can remember the corners of discovery.

The Corner of Razor Blade

There’s a junction I don’t want to re-visit
It’s a junction that lights all that’s missing
But I think about the gospel, I think about the blues
you brought to me and I stop and rock from side to side
stomp my feet, and praise my last taste of cheap wine.

Sheep

Protect me now, because I’m careless and would fall over the edge
I need my shepherd’s satellite ligthing my way through these last sunsets
I might fall, oh I might fall, oh I can feel it, as I take another step
when I’m only looking at the birds through the window, a hope in my eye
only a sheep would feel this ease, only a sheep gets caught as road kill…

NOTHING to DIE

I jumped as the river swam with me
prematurely I jumped in the baptism
and what did I see, was the same when there’s
nothing to fear, nothing at all…