Grey Blur

A Wall of Black and White square ideas
Puzzled my cross-word.
Hesitant Letters.
The embodiment of such,
slashed by a dash of Wise-ness.
Exchanging Opportunities while trespassing,
On Private No-Where.
Upholstered cardboard created such place of existence.
Sculpted with no Bodily shape.

Brick Faces

A white sticker of Peace
on the back of a white pigs, Black gun
Snapped into flesh
a holster that was never made for rest

Soggy T

“Next stop”
photo-shopped envisioned voice
dappled in a soft fuzzy yellow
Alien to flesh in Metal
I sat in the plastic ass-contact
and stared through the glass window
blamed with beads of water
a picture of nothing
aahhhhh...
Nothing
the occasional flash of beads with too heavy a conscience
dripped thru the nothingness

Untitled CD

Beneath weightless feet flat pebbles layed in fragmented earthtones
I ignored the yellow rhythms
Lost in the serpents ojos
a concrete desert of desolate stares
and chapped faces

White Sheets

The trucks bassy rumbling engine backed a preaching Saxophone
Post – rainstorm trumpets chirped in humble excitement
The plague of Dawn and an ageless damp scent
finger-painted streams stroked on Mothers of imbalance
From a womb
she Rose
slit from the Earth in Cesarian greatness
A fate,
archaically aroused
Foreign heiroglyphics systematically scribed
on skin drawn from this land
magically worded on white sheets that dressed her Brown baby
They slept for two nights back to back
with space of another between them
That distance of eternal unity
A distance that has no equation

Syncopation

Without a slight twitch of expectation
Syncopated thoughts twinkled , humilified
in a black casket of blue glass
Her class sat higher and felt,
like French blades gliding on a hide of historic coarseness
Flaw-less,
affection was tattooed on the epidermis of my inner being.
Inside out I shouted in traveling cells
Pinging through veins of her brains varicose
time and space
Lunar powder arose
Dancing to a tribal step.
Sins music on a Moon trail.