Saturday, June 8, 2019

For you

Man on the stage.
All eyes on him. 
He has a way with people.
Occasional glances,
Watching.
Can he finally see what she always saw?
Singer.
Sing.
Recognize.

Lady in the back corner.
Ears wide open.
She has a fondness for words.
Listening--
Intently.
Did he bury any trace of her in his songs?
Singer.
Sing.
Remember.

Together again admist the empty crowd.
Thick silence between them.
Everything she had hoped to hear.
Nothing he had offered to say.
Beginning of another end or end of another beginning?
Singer.
Sing.
Repent.

Show's over.
Swaying silhouettes begin to disperse.
Exit sign brightly lit on a
Two way street of stubbornness.
Are you vain enough to think this poem is about you?
Singer.
Sing.
Respond.

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Infinity Love Stoned

In like a Falcon
She Marveled at his keen Hawkeye,
Not your average Ant man,
More like a Star Lord kinda guy.
Blinded to the foresight of his Vision,
Perhaps conquering her stones was always apart of the mission.
To make her pay the price for those of his past,
An unconcious plot to dodge Avenger.
A pretender,
With the talent to tesserACT.
In fact,
Thinking back
she could tell he was still Loki,
a little Nick Fury,
In a noticeable hurry,
Quicksilver
To get her spun into his Spider web.
Plan of attack: Go for the head.

I mean shit,
To her he was Pepper hot.
Like somehow maybe,
A pirate and an angel had a baby.
Hammer to nail,
And after the lightning comes the Thor.
Led her to wanting more and
More..
Of his alone TIME.
In the recess of her MIND
she knew the odds were stacked against her with a 1 in 14 million shot,
Wanted the protection of the Hulk but emotionally broken Bruce is all she got.
Universal knowledge,
Fall back and give em SPACE.
It's possible something Incredible might take Groot and Strangely happen,
But it waasss 70 years before they defrosted the Captain.

Black Widow
Black Panther
Blackberry Molasses,
Unaffected by her affection,
He was more concerned with entertaining the masses.
Gases-
Nebula
Gamora,
In REALITY,
It was only her galaxy to guard,
Well put together on the outside,
Internally her SOUL had been scarred.
Charred
Scarlet beWitched.
Lifted high and then ditched.
The Endgame inevitably has to come to its start,
Cause a man made of Iron couldn't possibly have a heart.

Closing scene on an unlucky Bucky,
She'll Winter Soldier on,
By appreciating what she has and forgetting what's gone.
POWER snap,
Thanos succeeded at eliminating half of their we.
Now there's no more of a him and a her,
Just the Invisible Woman;
Me.

Thursday, April 18, 2019

Island Fever

Hormones heightened by the sounds of a crashing wave.
The taste of sea salt in the air provoking me to misbehave.
Nipples erecting from the cool sand lightly grazing the nerves in between my toes.
Perspiring beads of lust capturing the fragrance of the sun within my clothes.
Even the clouds are congregating to form images of you on top of me.
Either I'm having a sensory overload or your absence is Jamaican me crazy.

Tunes and time machines

A song plays
From circa 1999.
A sudden pause-
I become paralyzed
By the flash of us
In my mind.
Words of a lover,
Written for and
Expressed by another.
Growing
Increasingly
Catatonic.
Drowning by
Symphonic
Crashing
Waves.
In a way
That only the
Storyteller before me
Could describe.
Alive
Through love lyrics,
We dance to the
Final cadence.
And again,
You and I-
We die.

Saturday, December 29, 2018

Destination You

She wanted two things:
To be on top of your moans
and under your growls.

Monday, December 10, 2018

The Unfollowing

Like a smoke box of a steam engine,
the heart was becoming exhaustively hollow.
Dangerously gleeful, in the murky silt of hopeful imaginations,
it would carelessly wallow.
Images of you,
it had to unfollow.

Remove the distraction.
Remove the distraction.
Ex.
Extract.
Extraction.

Out of sight, out of mind.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Un.
Under.
Undermine.

Like the inside of an aged sap tree,
the woodpeckered heart hollows.
Splashing in the turbid waters of falsity and make believe,
it wallows.
Despite better judgment
and a keen sense of direction-
Images of you,
it still follows.

Friday, November 2, 2018

A midsummer night's wet dream

He addressed her biography,
enveloped her in his essay.
They stood undressed--
naked nouns.

Whispering his wants,
her hormones were heightened by his haiku.
He awakened her antonyms.

Enticed--
ignited by the way he chose to indite her.
She was gently guided by his grammar,
and he took no time to
poetically penetrate her with his prose.

Flowing in her verses--
they sweat sonnets.

Ventured verbs--
the sentences began to run off the sheets.
Turning the page--
composition change.

Together they created a climax,
and she was submerged in his synonyms.
Her well full of ink,
yet the residue from his pen
continued to drip non-fiction over her fairy tale.

Refreshed by her rhythmic rupture,
he sealed his journal.
And she love-stoned off his lyric,
fastened her diary.

Gazing back at one another,
they knew this was just the beginning
of them writing their midsummer night's
wet dream.