i doubt it...

you thought the shine would stop glowing
the world would stop turning
and you could slip into the sunset like
a cowboy

self reflection

every now and
again you should say
it out loud.
like this:





hands on hips
shoulders high
and eyes ablaze
mouth aligned with the
circular vowel, spit
gathering on your tongue
and resting in your cheeks
right foot slightly askew,
placed in front
and the world watches

I AM DOPE

now tell them, they should've known
better. swing those hips in all their
fullness and sway away proudly.

missing my sista's

tee and tam and cbell and live mik and april and dash and jaha and fa

thas all...

snow

your mother never loved you enough
always told you how pretty your
older sister was
in
comparison to you, her sunshine
was always warmer

and we wonder why you are maladjusted

unable to have friends, besides the
sludge and slippery dirt beneath our
feet
they'll be the only ones to miss you
after your sister returns
as we gaze in amazement -- how beautiful
she is

we knew this would burn you cold
leave u to catch our spines in your grip
with frosted teeth
still an ugly child
lashing out for attention

counterclock-un-wise

1.
it was like someone picked up
the phone
and played dial my heart with
your strings
as i watched
baffled,
wondering, how she learned
a melody so secret as your
own


2.
i should have ignored you
again
let you think i died
rolled over
until your incessant sniffing
grow bored of my stench
but no
i took this opportunity
to stretch my limbs and gather
my fur around me
strutting like you werent ready
to feast on my carcass
just like a
woman writer
always in need
of more drama
a year long game of possum
lost in the wind

3.
there were never books
or a manual to tell us
girls how to behave
and the women who reared
us -- need it just as
badly

the many things of my days

i am tired
and bones are weary.
i have a lot to do.
i have more to do than i
anticipated this morning
i didnt want to wake
couldnt feel my feet
their numbness brought me
to a higher plane -- i thought
i was still dreaming, until
i heard the door knocks
and then i remembered there
is little time for sleeping.
who knew that even our dreams
were expensive...

classy pants

i booked Tao Ling for a feature @ the Nuyorican, because i dig his work. he makes me laugh (see his SEX story on Nerve) and his response was "that'd be great! i get paid?!" even better.

then, he mailed me this, when i was searching for savings on half.com and amazon marketplace. he mailed me this because he's way more cooler than some of you SLACKERS out there!

classy act to follow.

Honestly,

Im really in love with www.BOOKMOOCH.com

fa real

mixed nuts

all of it is a gun shot
roulette
spin the bottle chance
of unhappiness/nappiness
who knew
life could be
so unreliable and unfair