Making some pea soup because
it is delicious. Drop a few bones in the pot
to swim like wooden fishes.
Stir it for some nice long hours
until it makes a paste.
Blow on it to chill it down
so you don't scald your face
then stick your tongue all round that spoon
and have a little taste.
Add some extra beans and rice for yums
and polish up some dishes.
Pour it out for dinner with a blanket
and oyster crumbs
then roll away like a tumbleweed
to dreamland's 40 blisses.
original works of parts
Cup of Tea
I pushed my dreams
under ground.
The lightning came with fury and sound.
Rubber to road, I held the load and we danced
like rabbits and 'verines and black counts.
We had this thing,
this thing out loud!
We had a dream,
a way to shout.
It all came apart with a terrible clap.
After the flash the rain came in sheets.
Dancing to dice and
making "me"s,
trying to blind and trying to see,
pushing my dreams
across seven seas
with nostrils wide open
and please, honey, see.
At the table,
eye and you,
crossed a cup of tea. Our fingertips tapping mug handles.
under ground.
The lightning came with fury and sound.
Rubber to road, I held the load and we danced
like rabbits and 'verines and black counts.
We had this thing,
this thing out loud!
We had a dream,
a way to shout.
It all came apart with a terrible clap.
After the flash the rain came in sheets.
Dancing to dice and
making "me"s,
trying to blind and trying to see,
pushing my dreams
across seven seas
with nostrils wide open
and please, honey, see.
At the table,
eye and you,
crossed a cup of tea. Our fingertips tapping mug handles.
Cupid
"Don't worry about it,
I've got you covered."
I am worried about it.
Plenty of fish in the sea, my ass!
Tell that to the last unicorn.
I've got unicorn problems, man!
Try explaining unicorn problems to a sea turtle!
That's not going to fly.
What the hell am I?
That's never going to fly.
I've got unicorn problems, man!
I've got you covered."
I am worried about it.
Plenty of fish in the sea, my ass!
Tell that to the last unicorn.
I've got unicorn problems, man!
Try explaining unicorn problems to a sea turtle!
That's not going to fly.
What the hell am I?
That's never going to fly.
I've got unicorn problems, man!
Ascog
I asked the Lord how to fucking deal with life.
He said "ask your father, he knows me and
what exactly is and is not right.
I don't have time to field night calls
and small balls, have you even read my book?
I'm a chef, not a short order cook."
I asked my dad and he said,
to paraphrase,
"Nigga, ahn?
Have you read His book?
If you did you would know
what you should be told.
You shouldn't need me.
All I had to do was make sure
your compass was set to He."
Scratching my head rolling out of bed again.
How the hell am I not dead again.
Spiritual bureaucracy,
are they both mocking me?
Fuck 'em. I'll figure this out.
I'll treat everyone as if they were my own.
Old or young. Deaf or dumb.
I'll love the way the book does not dictate.
Cut this life up like a three layer cake.
Whatever you believe,
believe in me because I have no allegiance,
I have no higher power,
I am not god and
I am not king
I'm just taking care of you
because you are
beautiful to me.
He said "ask your father, he knows me and
what exactly is and is not right.
I don't have time to field night calls
and small balls, have you even read my book?
I'm a chef, not a short order cook."
I asked my dad and he said,
to paraphrase,
"Nigga, ahn?
Have you read His book?
If you did you would know
what you should be told.
You shouldn't need me.
All I had to do was make sure
your compass was set to He."
Scratching my head rolling out of bed again.
How the hell am I not dead again.
Spiritual bureaucracy,
are they both mocking me?
Fuck 'em. I'll figure this out.
I'll treat everyone as if they were my own.
Old or young. Deaf or dumb.
I'll love the way the book does not dictate.
Cut this life up like a three layer cake.
Whatever you believe,
believe in me because I have no allegiance,
I have no higher power,
I am not god and
I am not king
I'm just taking care of you
because you are
beautiful to me.
Hawk EP
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.
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.
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.
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