Wednesday, May 25, 2022

An Instant

Our invented system 

of a linear 

marching 

mechanical 

time 

limited to the miniscule

dime a dozen

is so ridiculously

simplistic


All the gods and ghosts

aliens and ancestors

sorcerers and superheroes

laugh in our faces

nose to nose with us

through the veil 

of a parallel universe

on the other end of a

collapsing string portal


Lifetimes pack into moments

one trapped lung full will feel like a month

3 sweet days can last a lifetime 

or a lifetime can wish for 3 sweet days

inside the tick tock of our maniacal minds 

refusing to pause 

long enough 

to fracture the fractal patterns 

that we restrict ourselves to


Fortunately, sometimes 

the universe meanders 

down another avenue

pulled by a pulse

of magnetic rhythms

and reverberating layers

surfacing the submerged

years of fear and hurt

that only the heart can hear


All it takes

is a decision to break

traditions, habits and systems

of a dysfunctional commitment

to the identity of an island

to an eternity of silence

a refusal of the refusal to say

those 3 little words 

that can unravel you

in an instant


Thursday, April 21, 2022

Archimedes

Gratitude is like water

It fills up my heart 

and all the things 

that were pushed 

to the bottom

begin to float

to the top

 

Displaced to the corners

of my eyes

just like Archimedes said

Stir that up with all the debris

covering the surface

and it gets harder

to see 

inside

 

So, I be a good pool boy

Skimming the skin with a net

Inspecting my catch

like a bad fisherman

Be it rusty hooks

empty worm cans

angry crabs

or skinny 

fish

 

If a heart can be flooded

with a mere daily catch

it appears abundantly clear

The question to ask 

is not what 

got caught today

but who 

shall I ask

to go 

swimming

Sunday, April 17, 2022

Birth Day

Uncustomarily, my grandpa followed 

“I’m with her.”  he said

She kept on walking 

“You just try and stop me.” she said

The nurses told her it was past visiting hours

and she was not allowed into the newborn ward

to hold her first born granddaughter 

One of my favorite stories

she did not tell me until until she was 93

about when she went to the hospital

to see me 

on my birth day


Tuesday, March 15, 2022

The Blues. Inserted lyrics from Big Joe Williams song "Baby Please Don''t Go."

Once I watched an artist 

paint a bullet hole

an entryway in


I stood in front of it 

and felt the air

raise mountains on my skin


That flesh wound

serenaded me

with verses I already knew by heart


See, the blues is a hole 

in your soul 

that you can’t fill


So you rock 

from your center 

to soothe the injured parts of yourself


You sing 

just to push the wind 

through that long, dark tunnel


"Baby please don't go, baby please don't go

baby please don't go, down to New Orleans

you know I love you so."


Without a witness 

a song might as well be whistled to oneself

and I whistle a different tune every day


Ten thousand whistles 

can feel 

like a hurricane


But it takes a hurricane 

to redirect 

the fourcefull course of a bullet  


So if you know the words

then fill your lungs 

with round after round


Spit blustery machine gun gusts


Aim for wisdom and wishes


Sling lyrics of faith and falicy


When the sound comes, it will be yours 

but you might also find out 

that it doesn’t just belong to you


Solo parts are plucked 

from the belly 

of an ancestral choir


The blues is poetry reincarnated

and vice versa

hence the vice in the verses


Paintings are life lessons

Asking questions

that have no answers


Only gifting us songs to sing

I pray that mine may be a balm 

for someone elses soul


"Turn your lamp down low

You turn your lamp down lowTurn your lamp down low, I cried all night longNow baby please don't go

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

Wednesday, January 5, 2022

Carry

My uncle died

I had very little relationship with him

because he had relations with me

when I was very little


He was the angriest person I knew

Except for me

Now I am left 

Desperately trying not to carry on that legacy


Anger is a virus

that my whole family carries

Living on lies and conspiracy theory

and passing without a vaccine


My uncle died

His heart failed him

'cuz he never learned 

to have one


I dont know 

if anyone ever gave him one

The only thing I do know

is that they gave him this sickness


They spread it all around

to the next generation

A legacy of literacy

in hopeless disassociation


My uncle died

Maybe I will feel something

if I keep repeating it

but I don’t


I dont even feel angry

Not a smidgen of relief

Not a sniffle

Or even a tickle in my throat


I started lifting weights

to strengthen my spine

to carry around this virus

and make sure it remains all mine


Tuesday, January 4, 2022

Foxes

Foxes dance their way

through the landscape

Luring our gaze 

as far from the den as possible


Slime molds slide 

their neon lace

Seductively over the surface

though usually underground


Stars shine light so bright

crossing billions of years of space

Yet we can only see them

in the dark.


People often seek to find

But it is rarely what we do

I think of all the things I so need to say

And cant seem to push words out of my mouth