your chrome is tarnished
our histories dripped
dark rain ran

tracing tactile love
with our blade sharp
resistance
tasting the brutal
krush of lust
in timid laceration

give me a bruise of nouns
and let this cartage dream
shatter
decks of cards
the value of passions

kiss me my queen
let the gate rule
squeal open

Love Is...

love is a mongrel mutt
that strips the meat from the bone
a rainy monsoon season that
leaves your garden unsown

love is a bastard child
a scandal of reputation defamed
born in a moment of lust,
an embarrassment unclaimed

Love is that bittersweet feeling
that empty cavernous ache
that fills your entire being
with memories of a fatal mistake

do not cast away the night
just yet
i need time
to dip into the wellspring of my being

but the sun is already high above my shoulder
bearing down its urgency of light,
i can not resolve this splendor
and not trip over my shadow,
lingering

there is a pantera negra roaming
in the alley with a nightingale
in her mouth
and a mockingbird is watching
a murder of crows circle the remains
of a tribe of vultures

Some people say, ‘Life is war’
It could as well be the travails
Through thick forest of errors
Degenerated men created our wars
And damned the consequences

The restless child who says
The mother should not sleep
And cries all night for breast milk
The child too will not see sleep
Damn it, you don’t know my pains

For others, life is like a rat race
They steal from public coffers
Stash the loot in foreign banks
Crazy baldheads and fat belly
Damn all forms of corruption

IN THIS WAR

There is no honor in this war
no valor. No medals to be won.
and if we fight we fight from fear
courage is the mask we wear.
we struggle when all dignity is gone
and hold on scratching earth
kicking and screaming all the way
before we let go hurled into some oblivion

There's spaces in between the atoms
which make up our familiar world
take care when you consider them
lest into their recesses you be hurled

These chinks, too tiny to be seen
hold realities best left alone
populated by strange denizens
made of something not quite flesh and bone

When the walls between grow weak
and those looking, chance to see
a glimpse of other universes, near
they convey strange tales to you and me

The sound of silence soothes the ear
My eyes feast upon the stars
The shell that hosts my mind is earthbound
and thoughts float among the stellar

Finding new meaning in all the mundane things
I glory in the ephiphanies of day to day discovery
Daring not to close my eyes
I might miss some new revelation

I cringe in the brightness of each axiom
and reach for the peace of complacency
Up and down the scale of emotion
I am lifted and I fall
Surrendering... then fighting
as though I can win

going to work
another person is closing
the opening world, belonging
to some final forever
in the dreams of their hands

flaking pigments rise
to the order of the dust
while the lords of sun rule the air with smells
below Cleveland street signs decaying their molecules
mathematically into summer's heat

the smell of you
permeates my skin
drops of you
resonate

i am a bow for your
plucking, you are my
instrument

play me

He never knew these beautiful children existed
Not even the wind carried their native names
Your face wore a screen over eighteen moons
A spinster who knew incredibly little about men
Just out of a broken friendship with one Charles

Those who had eyes saw clearly through the veil
Hatched secret plans of freedom to evict the sham
Futile, their attempts, his love for you, the barrier
Some women are married to wars, like Helen of Troy
Women of Owu suffered from wanton war of love