India

Through the clouded fog You retreat from the street bazaar To burrow inside a cottage, A feeling that you’re under the terrain Lost to the flesh and haunted by a haven’s Carnal solitude. A fireplace summoning You to be one with the earth And the flow of bodies undulating Like ocean beasts with froth And…

Humility

In the contradiction to worth In the submission of self To the outer perimeters of brick Laid in flesh, you remember That the home, in-spite a flesh haven, Is too, a bed for the lover, a sanctuary for the friend And an outhouse for the stranger. And in these vicissitudes, Man needs to be giving…

The Black Woman

To hell with the white chicks with floral dresses. She’s the devil in bed, a black woman On the back seat of a bus A seat that barely fits her big booty No wonder the black man walks behind his ‘sister’. The brother is in dire hoop pains, In aching need, to molest his palms…

What is Work?

Is the Nerudesque love of a body of work? Is it poetic, in cascade, a license To be so myself, in an alien planetary system Where restitution is a paycheck That makes rings of flavored sweetness Inside your mental orbitals. Then is it a Newtonian Measurement of gravity, of the love of earth, Of how…