Hawk
A bunch in my pocket
call it a locket
the rules that I walk with
town what I talk with
now that I'm off it
down with a knock in
all that I'm lost and
sea with shark fin
found with a lost and
jean with a share bin
every where and where I've been?
Everywhere and where I've sinned?
What all I'm wearing.
Favors I've called in.
Fingers I've placed rings.
Dingos I've chased and
the wilderness we've been doing work on.
The hills we've been blowing horns on.
Tonight we do what we will and yawn
before the barrel of the cannon dream.
Chaste you what does the dawn mean to me?
All green. Lights go off and push the metal.
Light's green and we still see
a child in the road
moral shrugging shoulder
to the floor. Red.
Crossing guard.
Pint sized mini you.
Eight thousand revolutions
clutch out yellow.
Tips
They tell me I will love it
in South Korea.
They tell me I will be
over joyed to be
in South Korea.
If you spit in Singapore
you will be arrested,
I am told.
Then again, a black man
walking
is license gold
down there.
Sold. Brush up my geography.
Dino
I will cut you.
I will gut you..
I will cut you out of me.
Bleed from the gums.
All pink.
All red.
All white. Bone.
When.
Come home, darling.
Why will you not cum?
Do you do us on purpose?
Fox and the brambles.
Tar baby.
Prick.
Jazz.
I will cut you.
I will gut you
for free.
Bleed from gums, all pink.
Hand to a god.
Lips to your cheek.
I do not care what shed before.
Do not speak.
Hula Hoop
Six inches before we had a thought
a box cutter said back pocket briefcase.
Before we walked, I had a talk
and figured we wouldn't need mace.
Clovers on the floor
of the field and the more
I wanted to kiss your face
I was brought down,
a howling hound,
my far too high vision
framed in glittering lace.
original works of parts
Shoal 4
Watching the sun go down
next to a container ship
twenty times the size of my block
wondering how many of my bikes would fit
inside her.
Clouds hanging close
wondering why
my sisters and brother and I
do not live here.
Fire belly
Go home to
Leave.
In the shoals, the tide rolling out,
jelly fish. Harmless jelly fish and
more seaweed than you can see through
two inches away from the breakers
frothing spit on the pebbles
and shit back washed.
The stink of Jersey a memory and the
Goethals bridge full of promise
in the 90s.
Gotham
can wait.
Let me sprint
on the shore of Staten Island.
next to a container ship
twenty times the size of my block
wondering how many of my bikes would fit
inside her.
Clouds hanging close
wondering why
my sisters and brother and I
do not live here.
Fire belly
Go home to
Leave.
In the shoals, the tide rolling out,
jelly fish. Harmless jelly fish and
more seaweed than you can see through
two inches away from the breakers
frothing spit on the pebbles
and shit back washed.
The stink of Jersey a memory and the
Goethals bridge full of promise
in the 90s.
Gotham
can wait.
Let me sprint
on the shore of Staten Island.
Shoal 3 (folded sea glass)
Picking up horseshoe crabs and
breathing the air of Snug Harbor and
"this is my home" with a tuna sandwich
at bible camp unwrapped from plastic
good God!
Atlantic whore.
Atlantic woman.
Atlantic love.
Between the glass run smooth by waves
pebbles run small by churn
and drift wood between
there was a piece of glass found
looped over on itself
and a little piece of the Atlantic
water drumming this way and that
on my shelf
screaming
locked inside.
breathing the air of Snug Harbor and
"this is my home" with a tuna sandwich
at bible camp unwrapped from plastic
good God!
Atlantic whore.
Atlantic woman.
Atlantic love.
Between the glass run smooth by waves
pebbles run small by churn
and drift wood between
there was a piece of glass found
looped over on itself
and a little piece of the Atlantic
water drumming this way and that
on my shelf
screaming
locked inside.
Shoal 2
My mother is taking selfies
with me in the picture with red corduroys
stripped down to a sliver to tie up my dreads
with a smile like a badger in good company.
All I hear is the waves come nearer
and the towers of the Gold Coast
leering on.
I would like to drop to knee
and shovel the Michigan water
into my face
I eat camera flashes easily.
Mean nothing, mean sleazy,
I'd fuck her right easy. Pop on the couch
picking his nose.
I don't care all that much. A bucket of blush.
Douse her in a shower of gasoline.
With a match and a kiss,
hopefully the rest of the house takes
and brings everything to ash kush.
Everyone waits for a shooting star.
Everyone waits for a windfall.
Not everyone waits
for
a way around
a sentence.
with me in the picture with red corduroys
stripped down to a sliver to tie up my dreads
with a smile like a badger in good company.
All I hear is the waves come nearer
and the towers of the Gold Coast
leering on.
I would like to drop to knee
and shovel the Michigan water
into my face
I eat camera flashes easily.
Mean nothing, mean sleazy,
I'd fuck her right easy. Pop on the couch
picking his nose.
I don't care all that much. A bucket of blush.
Douse her in a shower of gasoline.
With a match and a kiss,
hopefully the rest of the house takes
and brings everything to ash kush.
Everyone waits for a shooting star.
Everyone waits for a windfall.
Not everyone waits
for
a way around
a sentence.
Shoal
I had something to say before the shore.
Sand bars and big wrecks,
reef dwelt and regret,
I pushed a bit farther than North.
The compass went ape shit. You are off Terra.
Where the fuck is ? Sol.
Sunrise and sun down, in the woods like a wolf
seek and destroy and why can this not be a joy?
Fast game and faster game and faster faster
blood toothed laughter.
Give me this. This one. And I will regale
as long as the beer continues to flow.
Toes in the water, and turning sea weeded water,
a frisby knocking on my temple while the sun beats.
Out of time by years, out of voice for screams.
Where the fuck is that beach ball?
Sand bars and big wrecks,
reef dwelt and regret,
I pushed a bit farther than North.
The compass went ape shit. You are off Terra.
Where the fuck is ? Sol.
Sunrise and sun down, in the woods like a wolf
seek and destroy and why can this not be a joy?
Fast game and faster game and faster faster
blood toothed laughter.
Give me this. This one. And I will regale
as long as the beer continues to flow.
Toes in the water, and turning sea weeded water,
a frisby knocking on my temple while the sun beats.
Out of time by years, out of voice for screams.
Where the fuck is that beach ball?
Morning, Cat
Good morning, kitty.
How are you today?
I see you are stretching your toes.
Good morning, kitty.
How are you today?
Are you making the coffee or the eggs?
I see you have captured much of the pillows
and wrapped yourself up with some sheets.
Its a foggy dull morning and a little bit cold
and I do not blame you in the least.
Good morning, kitty.
How are you today?
I yawn and see you peek at my teeth.
Good morning, kitty.
You are looking well.
Do you have a little yawn for me?
Little mouth opens and with a furry smile
a sneeze explodes into my eyes.
With a shout and a shake I am wide awake
and starting my day half blind.
How are you today?
I see you are stretching your toes.
Good morning, kitty.
How are you today?
Are you making the coffee or the eggs?
I see you have captured much of the pillows
and wrapped yourself up with some sheets.
Its a foggy dull morning and a little bit cold
and I do not blame you in the least.
Good morning, kitty.
How are you today?
I yawn and see you peek at my teeth.
Good morning, kitty.
You are looking well.
Do you have a little yawn for me?
Little mouth opens and with a furry smile
a sneeze explodes into my eyes.
With a shout and a shake I am wide awake
and starting my day half blind.
Saloon Doors
After I Don't Give a Damn by Chairlift
I don't give
a damn
anymore.
You don't have to pre tend to get me
or go out of your way, protect me.
I may go out
of my way to look around
to see just what you
got up to.
O'r my shoulder the smoke stacks,
while I smile and look back
just to see where
you hit the ground.
I drove toward
the sun
and when my wings were done
the shells stopped falling
out of your wings.
Full stall and you stalled too,
your brain blacked out,
my face blue,
we tumbled back down toward the trees.
I'm pretty sure I did see
a man fishing a gully,
thirteen birds and a car
parked ungracefully.
Before I knew it,
Be fore I blew it,
I pulled back
and leapt into screw.
I don't
give a damn
anymore.
You don't have
to get me
or try to
protect me.
I don't give a damn anymore.
Your hoops get smaller.
The clouds get taller.
Rolling scissor with
a good push.
The doors go wub wub
without a jamb to push.
Against clean air
we will be there
Leather and all,
elbows set fast,
another shot flies.
Down range we all look the same.
The well mean mean things,
the bottoms of shots break down,
and it means
next to nothing at all.
Five bullets and sundown,
we got together to hound
what matters when
we all play board.
The weed rolled cross street,
I thought I heard your heart beat.
I came here to settle a score.
The noose is waiting.
I'm tired of braying.
Please don't make this a chore.
I've traveled, I've sated.
I've shot down, I've dated.
Realize I'm done being torn.
I've ducked down, I've stood up,
I've rinsed out, I've been tough,
draw and I'll give you the tour.
It's brief.
It's meek.
Not much to speak.
Ghost and perhaps still sore.
The shot goes down.
It is easy to rebound,
I think that I enjoy you more.
Cigarettes get put out.
People as well.
Light all of the engines up.
I'll meet you up there
after tucked landing gear.
Someone to be gunning for.
I been locked up.
I been locked out.
I been broken in.
I been showed down.
I been chased and hard up.
Hard up and burned out, back for more.
The tumbleweed rolls
while the tail vanes glow,
the shot glass tips side
fallen to the floor.
I have been drifting
from Staten Island to Brooklyn.
Queens means nothing,
still sore.
My standards are higher.
I can't get by her.
Why can't I show you the door?
You need not respect me
or try to protect the
rules of the game.
In a glass shop, you know, I'm a boar.
You don't have
to get me,
or try to
protect me,
I don't give
a damn
anymore.
I don't give
a damn
anymore.
You don't have to pre tend to get me
or go out of your way, protect me.
I may go out
of my way to look around
to see just what you
got up to.
O'r my shoulder the smoke stacks,
while I smile and look back
just to see where
you hit the ground.
I drove toward
the sun
and when my wings were done
the shells stopped falling
out of your wings.
Full stall and you stalled too,
your brain blacked out,
my face blue,
we tumbled back down toward the trees.
I'm pretty sure I did see
a man fishing a gully,
thirteen birds and a car
parked ungracefully.
Before I knew it,
Be fore I blew it,
I pulled back
and leapt into screw.
I don't
give a damn
anymore.
You don't have
to get me
or try to
protect me.
I don't give a damn anymore.
Your hoops get smaller.
The clouds get taller.
Rolling scissor with
a good push.
The doors go wub wub
without a jamb to push.
Against clean air
we will be there
Leather and all,
elbows set fast,
another shot flies.
Down range we all look the same.
The well mean mean things,
the bottoms of shots break down,
and it means
next to nothing at all.
Five bullets and sundown,
we got together to hound
what matters when
we all play board.
The weed rolled cross street,
I thought I heard your heart beat.
I came here to settle a score.
The noose is waiting.
I'm tired of braying.
Please don't make this a chore.
I've traveled, I've sated.
I've shot down, I've dated.
Realize I'm done being torn.
I've ducked down, I've stood up,
I've rinsed out, I've been tough,
draw and I'll give you the tour.
It's brief.
It's meek.
Not much to speak.
Ghost and perhaps still sore.
The shot goes down.
It is easy to rebound,
I think that I enjoy you more.
Cigarettes get put out.
People as well.
Light all of the engines up.
I'll meet you up there
after tucked landing gear.
Someone to be gunning for.
I been locked up.
I been locked out.
I been broken in.
I been showed down.
I been chased and hard up.
Hard up and burned out, back for more.
The tumbleweed rolls
while the tail vanes glow,
the shot glass tips side
fallen to the floor.
I have been drifting
from Staten Island to Brooklyn.
Queens means nothing,
still sore.
My standards are higher.
I can't get by her.
Why can't I show you the door?
You need not respect me
or try to protect the
rules of the game.
In a glass shop, you know, I'm a boar.
You don't have
to get me,
or try to
protect me,
I don't give
a damn
anymore.
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