INTRODUCTION 12/18/2008 8:55:00 PM
Around 2004 I was living in Baltimore and pretty depressed. I mean...seriously who wouldn't be?! You know with all the cold weather and being away from most of my family, trenching it out in art college. Anyway during this time I wrote many poems that have little meanings behind them. So, I've decided to share some of them with you. I was actually going through some old boxes and came across them. I was like whoa! I started looking through them and thought hmm...maybe it wouldn't be such a bad issue to put it out there. I have so many more I may have to include them in future issues. I'm not sure how I feel about them but it makes some interesting reading. I hope you enjoy.
CELEBRATED TO LIVE12/18/2008 8:51:00 PM
Shapes twisting to the curve of the light.
Dropping down, dripping between center escapes.
Engraved bones ofthe living, celebrated to live.
Outer skin touch and tickle, celebrated to death.
Dancing ballads to a full field of skeletons.
Skulls full in the mirror, the big round bodily forms appear on the ceiling.
Haunting the arrival of the tall tail heart.
Fainted to the ripped down saint of pain and chains.
You survived for her, the one with the rose in her hair
and the smile drawn on her portrait.
SNAKE FINGERS 12/18/2008 8:45:00 PM
I never knew a female snake has fingers.
Fingers that crawl up trees made of jeans.
The trees have blue leafs…and they protected me.
But, I didn’t know the snake’s fingers move in darkness.
Past leafs, breaking them down.
And crawling higher and higher.
So many leafs she moves past till she knocks more leafs off a branch till its exposed.
The snake takes control, desire seeking and grabbing and laying eggs on her hand.
One the eggs hatched, the snake escaped the blue tree.
OLD MAN'S THEME12/18/2008 8:38:00 PM
His cigar smoke emerged,
on the outskirts of his face as he sliced a coconut.
The juices climbed
down his wrists like handcuffs.
He advised that a little rum would do the trick.
His blue eyes had competition,
with the sky.
And all of his four daughters
loved to hate him.
But indeed, their hearts carried a piece of his legacy.
Cried out like golden chicks for food
when he was on the hospital bed.
He fought fierce
like a rooster fighting a bull.
Grabbing his life back from darkness.
His cigar smoke still rises like the sun on the hottest day.
POP12/18/2008 8:36:00 PM
A chicken flares a mob of feathers past the fence.
Father beats his snake belt against his thighs.
The Snake attacks the mouse and crushes the body.
Father takes another drink during his 9th birthday party.
The chicken is chopped up and served with a roll.
Father has in-house arrest, breaks a brick into the window.
A snake sneaks inside the window and streaks the boy sleeping.
Father chops the head off the snake
He lays the slithering body upon the fence beside the summer son blazing.