Monday, April 26, 2010

G-Shock

I write poems
On cumbersome trains
Sat between
Ailed divas
In now or later
Flavored spandex
And ugg boots
Lying ass niggas
In true religion jeans
That don't believe
In GOD enough
To respect
The strong women
They leave standing
Gripping germ infested poles
Their will
Their cane
To hold them up
I listen to
Our young female future
As she explains
Sexual innuendos
That were theories
Two days ago
Yesterday's facts
Her metrocard
Not even green and white yet
Yet she describes
Sucking dicks
Though exchanging the word
For lollipop
With HIS in front
Not too blunt
But the story
Has the same affect
This middle school whore
Keeps going
I'm praying
Not for her
But for this train
To quicken its pace
Someone please
Retrieve your young
From the clutches
Of negligent daycares
And parental non-communications
For I have seen
Many women
Dimmed
From their GOD promised
Florescence
Due to relationships
Built on faulty foundations
But I can't
Save her
I only wish
That she learns
Her lesson
From the hands
Of time
When the clock strikes
And bruises
Her beautiful and
What seems ageless skin
Will these days
Leave scars
Remnant of absentee fathers
And nonchalant mothers?
Huh time?
Do you fucking hear me?



Message In A Bottle

I'm writing
I Love You's
With numb fingers
That grew cold
When held hands
Parted ways
Many a day ago
My self esteem is low
But like the waves
Of my hand goodbye
From the currents
Of pooled blood
Set free
Of a damned heart
That meet the shore
I'm sure
These feelings too
Will wash away

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Chop Shop

We live in

Or should I say

I , selfishly

Live in a world

Where words

Will get you inside

The panties of counterfeit whores

Who draw Halos

With their fingers

Over their head

And as quickly

As their backs

Meet dirty bedroom sheets

Pulled to their chin

Ask you

Is this real?

What we have

I mean

And in your head

You’re thinking

Pfffff, damn right

But both heads

Came

To the same conclusion

And if you want

The sexual intrusions

To continue

Much like you’d like

This conversation to end

You say

Yes

Not even thinking twice

Because lies

Which have become

Second nature to you

Is your first instinct

Until she says

I’m late

And now your mind

Once crowded

With swift fabrications

And no I didn’t mean it like that

Misrepresentations

Baby’s I don’t know her

And that bitch lying’s

Swear’s on my mother

Ask anybody’s,

Grows desolate

It’s far past plan B

And requiems

For countless unborn seeds

This shit is far

From a dream

Parked next to fetal nightmares

You respond

Not with words

But a

Blank stare

Monday, April 12, 2010

Gone Fishing

At around the same time

Every night, there is a meeting in my bedroom

Between two knees

That refuse to open

Reluctant though I beg and plead

But promise me

To part if I compromise

Who I am

Change like summer

To fall

In love all over again

In awe with perplexity

Do I defeat Monotony

Walk through the door that reads “Easy”

Tell those knees

Everything they’ve been yearning to hear

Or let this spring air

Vibrate my falsetto

Across my tongue

Through barb wired lips

As soft as nine clouds

Straight to her ears

Let my words take the hard way in

“I Will Change”

Whispered callously

My hands climbing her shins

Meet her knees

And they part

“I’ve Missed You”

They grow further apart

Like a love lost

From careless misplacement

Master Keys don’t exist

For both closed legs and closed hearts

Though I am Lord Of Written and Whispered Word

And they work the same

“I Love You”

And like childhood friends that move away

Never to be seen again

Her knees follow the same lead

My hand

Lies

In the crease where her legs meet her thighs

Same as my lips

How much more words

Must I use before here knees get wind of this

Do my lips

Between you legs

Feel differently

Follow

Your knees, and my hands

And my lips

And my diabolical plans

Can’t believe these words were enough

Did you catch the lies above?

Guess these words were enough