it stands me upright so I move the day along
with my feet who are relieved they can be
uprooted to motion your laughter
For our every occurrence
happening in time; not mind
I delicately tread, wanting you
to feel of a certain rose
not a bevy of desirous buds
I left impoverished and will
until you become my fountainhead
I’ve learned the fickleness inside of things
Solid things are rare
So hide behind your sitters feet boy
Tell your sister she’s a solid thing
Be a coward until loneliness grabs you by the hand
and prods you down an isle towards a underwhelming love
I am just a lover with no love
A selfish sharer
I’m not looking to change
But I have learned the fickleness inside of me
Oh mama, where is life but by her
Where else would comfort be so close
like voice to throat
Where else could signifigance be so warm
like minds to sun
Why else would this body of nerves be
if not a wrapper for her needs
What else could really matter?
Other than her and my seeds
I want to say, I love you
so sweetly, that I suddenly
turn to honey, and the words said,
utterly slide into you, honeyed,
as do I
You stirred a kind of life in me
Where you’re the sun
and I am the incessantly revolving earth
My living center
You unearthed a part that
is abundant like the blue
on this earth
My living love
You evoked a greenness
that swells in my speech
and repeats in my moods
You’re so honey to me
My arbitrary posy
I am lighten with brown, a premature seed
that laid in your ground cause
your voice is like water to me
Sometimes I sleep but you’re on the
other side. I’m greeted still, by
light that reflects off the moon’s
surfacing dream of being with you
I want a tree to grow from
the cuff of our hand’s
and take root
I want to rake your body with
the tips of my body
I want you to lie on your belly
with your back exposed to
my lip’s and hand’s
As i try my best to convey the affection
I have for you
I want you to lie on your back
breast exposed, mouth open, teeth showing
but eyes closed
I want my head to curl between your breast
as I nest in the middle
Let us rest
I’ve been with women that loved me more
Than I to them
I have finally switched positions in bed
Infactuations come with mystery
Reality is not so, so slippery
When wisdom spills on top of both
Mistery mister meet your growth
So easily I fall
To nothing at all
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the river steadily plunges—
three thousand feet of sparkling water—
the Milky Way pouring down from heaven.
Love What Art Thou?
by Lady Mary Wroth
Love what art thou? A vain thought
In our minds by fant’sy wrought.
Idle smiles did thee beget,
While fond wishes made the net
Which so many fools have caught.
Love what art thou? Light and fair,
Fresh as morning, clear as th’ air.
But too soon thy evening change
Makes thy worth with coldness range;
Still thy joy is mixt with care.
Love what art thou? A sweet flower
Once full blown, dead in an hour.
Dust in wind as staid remains
As thy pleasure or our gains,
If thy humor change, to lour.
Love what art thou? Childish, vain,
Firm as bubbles made by rain,
Wantonness thy greatest pride.
These foul faults thy virtues hide—
But babes can no staidness gain.
Love what art thou? Causeless cursed,
Yet alas these not the worst:
Much more of thee may be said.
But thy law I once obeyed,
Therefore say no more at first.
Daniel Beaty performs Knock Knock. This is honestly one of the most powerful pieces I’ve ever heard. It moves me to tears every single time I watch it. Such beautiful words.
we wanted more than
there could ever be:
women of love and
nights wild enough for the
we wanted days that
with some grace,
a bit of
a plausible use,
but something to
something with which to
in the gut.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.
You need not die today.
Stay here—through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.
Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.