This is my experimentation for a poetry class I’m taking using a real object combined with an abstraction: Crushed beans from the calloused hands of a farmer, Wishing for better wages. Fair trade, or a fair trade, time for sufficient existence. No time for contemplation, no time for thinking, just doing, wishing for aroma of […]
Read More The Coffee of ContemplationNothing pleases, I’m all out; it’s buried, under the tumultuous strain– Strained, like the curds of yesterday, making our children fat, bold and kind. Oh yes, there’s a sigh as she washes the colonel’s matted hair “It’s atrocious, the weather,” he sneers at the grave. Spins Spins Spinsters I am not So go get your […]
Read More SpinA road where two cannot pass; a table with three names; a parable unspoken; a field with no games. They chance upon grass of blood, soft and unwise, a monster laughs at their skulls: “Drown in the flood.” Sleepless nights give way to dreamless sleep. Chaos becomes them, utter simplicity takes a beat. A thunder […]
Read More Surrendered SkyThe moment perfected; A symphony, embracing the edges. Strands of sand Curdled together crawl through the maze of my mind. They beckon to be held, to be seen, refusing to wither. So I supplicate, and suffocate, darkness take me into the light A death perfected: a melody embracing the Mystery.
Read More Yesterday’s NoiseI’ve been resisting enlightenment, the bright lights shone on my shadows as shards slicing into my soul. “Just let go,” the Goddess softly urges, “Embrace my design; it will nourish just so.” The sullen wind lashes my reluctant face, bruising my embarrassment, as I hide from my own jubilation. Oh but if I dance, what […]
Read More In The Flagrant JumpI am an “easy-to-digest” Black man. Like bran flakes, I’m less often spit out by white people. I talk “white,” being the son of a white mother who grew up in an overwhelmingly white suburb of Denver. I’ve even had at least two white people tell me straight to my face, I’m “one of the […]
Read More Palpatable BlacknessAn owl screeches at the seams. The darkened corners of the broken tree house bellow a grumbling, “This, you will regret.” Machinations of a yesterday bird, scratches at the wall. A hero called forth, no longer any song, to ring in the bright North, a melody of wrongs “Go get your ghosts, and make way […]
Read More A Haunting, AbbreviatedA fire ripped from my chest; A waterfall storms from my guts; A chain cuts on my wrist; A scream sinks into the rust. “Never shall you find me,” the breeze whispers. “I am your ending triumphant” “I am the grinding unpaid fee,” the brush fire bellows. “I am your candidate incumbent.” I crawl toward […]
Read More Million NightAwoken: Self condemnation, Standing at the edge of a lake He whispers, into the mist, “Take me tomorrow. Let me starve today.” The disease inherent calls forth his injuries; wounds yet healed and forgotten in his heart’s distractions He sways and shifts: Standing in the roar Of the Mass Mind Fearing The end of the […]
Read More The Disease InherentThe champion relentsHe furrows his browAnd the champion winsBut his wife is downInThe Basement Of her mindLost and bruised Where’s her coachTo nurse her woundsHe’s out of touch With the majestyOfHerMoods Get back,champion,She’s bound to expand Like a forest on fireHe’s in commandBut cold as a liarOh sprinkling thoseLittle SweetLies Champion,keep guarding that heartAnd you’ll […]
Read More His Corner
Clay The Scribe 