i don't knowwho knew that you could get so serious over cereali don't know
i chased "z's" around my bowl you asked me
"who is _______ ?"
i laughed nerovously choking on a "u" and the sound of his name
letters i thought you wouldn't find
there's milk in my lap
you won't be back your cereal is soggy i pour it down the drain
with the thoughts of morning sex
untitledwhen the end draws near heed my instructionsuntitled
leave my gravestone uncomplicated forget jumbled letters
that form hollow words
mute utterances
above mounds of bones
rest in peace
could three words fill any viewer with my essence
From- To-
do not nail me to the alphabet
stretched on stone words have been my religion
not my god
learning the difference has been the test
For Durfurtake my poem as it is there is no hidden calls to bear crosses across waters and i am telling you (i'm not going) because the hills have eyesFor Durfur
simply to be poetic
and because they do
follow me and you will find that i am boring playing safely
play safe two words many never know
but listen to me and see
there are places we forget like plains full of children running
because their brothers have learned to make metal fly and blood rain and they race to reach age 12 as their brothers twist fun and games &n
didn't you know?and hopefully your eyes are watching god because his are watchingdidn't you know?
you and me
his milk and honey albino eyes rarely close in rhythm or meet in the same sky
have you ever wondered why the sun always rises while the moon is rarely full
what i've noticed at partieswhen drinking,what i've noticed at parties
games equal losing to win.
why is gin, the sister he can not stomach, the most rhyme-able sin?
she always starts his eyes running down men;
who are seldom convinced by sexual lies.
tipping straight over his lips,
"i would never do this sober."
white-washedbecause i am notwhite-washed
i am not from there where all of you
think us come from my momma was not from there but there finds me
everyday in your eyes you think i rose above there to sit among you and you do not see us
in me
but us cannot see me in them either so i do not blame you
so longs and farewellsfetch my poker face to the table so that i may sitso longs and farewells
between mummers massed as mourners
waiting to reassemble themselves into the details of the tragedy so that i may sit among the two-backs and face-stabbers as they draw/cast splits/knives to become the shoulders attached to my tears
bring my poker face to the table when this is over because i will not hold these old frames without folding after looking into copy after copy of your faded eyes
my stomach will flip harder then
than at the prospect &
:you:sed meforget about sex for now i do not want it i used to use it to fill the space:you:sed me
between me and many men
it was a easy conversation crowded with moans
butting into innocence
now i want to drown
in the awkward silence
of first date jitters stealing flushed giggles
over a moody dinner
back to roller-skate dates and being home at eight folding fortune tellers
that promised
whatever you asked
hands and feethearts, scars, and beauty marks. carved curves in and between the softest frail sculpture i've ever seen. everybody's body loves somebody's body. [the same way the ground loves our feet]hands and feet
my hands reach for the door as your feet fight to amount to an apology i will not accept because i have three monkeys on my back one covers my eyes but i peak through the cracks another cups my ears like a glass to a wall amplifying my fears the last holds my tongue and its double-edge dulls as it lies in silence and
causal fridays11am the office is slow today the clicks sound less oftencausal fridays
12pm the girls laugh
miming last night over cubicle walls their pretty boyfriends and loyal cats fill the space
between ringless fingers
1pm the air-conditioner exhales after six months
holding its breath silence suddenly has a voice
I have nothing to say.
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-e.e. cummings
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