Odd Observations from a Skewed Perspective
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Chew and Spit
I have no desire
to be used and discarded
by you today
Perhaps tomorrow
Or the day after that
Maybe later
Not today
Today I have to reweave
the threads of spirit
To rewind my mind
To undo the damage
I have allowed
By being fool enough
To fall in love
I have no desire
to be someone else
When your lips touch mine
Be furthest from your mind
while I lay in your arms
Not today
Today I deserve reverence
When a kiss is
the lips on the sand
of one long left home
now returned
She said “Speak English”
She said “Speak English”
And I blinked
into her face the incredulous and the ignorant
Saw the atrophy of the spoken word
and Raged
She said “Speak English”
Has your tongue become so lazy
Your mind so hazy
That you cannot recognize
the language in which you speak?
She said “Speak English”
I open my mouth
And a dance falls out
Full Fred Astaire
Tip tapping around your intellect
I careen with subtlety
right under your nose
And whisper hyperbole
Far over your gaze
I won’t yoke my tongue
to your dull plow
Following the same furrows
Your grand daddy laid out
My head exists beyond your scope
your influence, your reach
Following footsteps in ether
You can’t possibly track
Wondering why the same evils befall
your corner of the world
because you cannot be bothered
to explore the language I speak
that you speak
when you tell me to
speak English
Demanding I share your ignorance.
I refuse.
Grab a dictionary,
Grab a book,
Delight in the wonders of knowledge
that lay at your fingertips
learn new things, new words
so that when I flex my
silvered muscle
You will rise
And you too,
will speak English.
Mixed messages
Sometimes a kiss
is just a kiss
And sometimes it’s the taste of sunshine
After the cave
The strain of the flower
For every star dazzled drop
And then again
Sometimes all it is
Is just a kiss
Silence of the Salaams
I’m so horribly stuck on you,
Said the Dragonfly to the Amber.
Why then does that make me weep?
I tried so hard to set down
my expectations
But find still
disappointments as I
give and give
and you take and take
Swallowing me whole
While I wait for
snatches of a touch,
a taste of your lips
the honey in your kiss
tastes like time
Froz-rnmmmnnff …
Out of the closet
Not afraid
Not afraid
I’m not afraid of the dark
Not since I was a little kid
Never fit in the box
No matter what I did
Tried playing nice
Played by all the rules
Refused to live a lie
And end up in the news
Till I saw the lie
That I was living in
Feeding the fires
For being in my skin
Never saw the need
To closet my greed
For a love
That would accept me
But the world
They be tripping and slipping
clipping, dipping, two faced flipping,
Take a romantic
Turn into a cynic
Refusing now
To be played
So you see,
I am not afraid.
Salesman
Does it hurt your face
To ply me with smiles?
Don’t you know that
I can see you
The honey words you drip
Are tainted with rot
The idea I fell for
Sees not reality
And no amount of
Wagging
Of your platinum tongue
Will hide
That your mask has slipped
And I can see
The emptiness inside
More to the story
I do
Not care
if
Your totem
is the
Great Ursine
Of the Olde People
And you were
Born under
The seventh Sun
In the House of
The rising Moon
Under Sagittarius’s
Left
butt
cheek …
Do not approach the bear.
Pillow Talk
You get the words
That never
reach the page
The scraps
of thought
That play the
Soundtrack of
A heart that
Pounds ink
Bladed sunrise
Samurai smoke
all dressed in white
With whom do you dance
With tonight?
What sand will
you darken
With dark red spill?
Harken!
The oar lies still
At the Kami’s will
Legends like vapors,
Ink and papers,
To forever trace
The slice of your pirouette
In the dawn
of your silhouette
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