Observe with some clarity your transitions. Sometimes someone is going to help you through, tremendously, maybe just a little, maybe not at all.
Trust no one/ became a part of his DNA…
Month of March
Whenever I light up Nag Champa incense I think of a long string of Hindu temples up the East Coast where we banged drums and cymbals and did our black magic.
Patterns, Part 1
Where much of my work in poetry is in the abstract, other parts of me crave a marked progress.
do I recognize you? no I’m just starring at you for no reason the Buddhist way of recognizing qualities emotions occurrences currencies faces on human bodies expressions where you from? fuck where you from what you know? measure the pain the email comes in like a great flood make friends with everyone you can hold…… Continue reading Recognition
Everything is a mirror projecting more of the dream.
gratitude for solitude/ it’s something you just have/ to appreciate for it showing up/ but let it go its merry way/ when it wants
THIS GOING ON FOREVER
earlier the fire trucks nearly fifteen all lined from my apartment building forever down the road a bunch of fire men out there running all around then stopping and talking lightly what the fuck is going on here I don’t know there’s no fire so we’ll figure this out then we’ll be out of here…… Continue reading THIS GOING ON FOREVER
speak your silent name into the typewriter the lies you tell will win you medals and accolades speak your silent name in earnest as an ear rest or near arrest one can attest close calls seek closure and in Jah what we seek is the companionship a promise kept like connection when we claim we…… Continue reading SILENT NAME
I know you can hear this, all of it. Two hours in the clouds they go by. A surprise is a surprise but I’ve got you down. The spirit of my past crouches in the hallway. I hear the ceilings are to die for. Try again like always right? Don’t stop. Give it get it.…… Continue reading HIGH ART