Blue Muse

featured in the poetry forum July 27, 2011  :: 0 comments

Monk you refused to become background noise in some tin ear
Fuck peaceful tinkering you growled while your ivory’s screamed
Take me to that place where Bird flies red
Monk anoints us and Mingus grabs you and won’t let go
Take me to the trinity of jazz and bless
until the blues is released

Jazz Instigates

featured in the poetry forum March 12, 2011  :: 0 comments

Jazz contemplates with a cigarette
Lit by a jeweled hand
Why Blue’s always sings about
Breaking up happy homes
Shit where is the happiness
In torn apart rooms
With shaded eyes
Now this music
She waves towards the quartet
They wail the same refrain with a
Little loss but no one gets hurt
Not really you see
While she writes Blue’s number
In maroon lipstick
On a linen napkin
That will be tucked in a silk shirt
Voices layered on the mirrored floor
In folding waves to delight

Blame It On The Sun
Wilton Norman Chamberlain Talks To Ray Charles Robinson

featured in the poetry forum March 2, 2011  :: 0 comments

Sharing a bottle of gold registered cognac
their cigars resting in a crystal goblet
silk knee high stocking feet resting
on a burgundy calf leather footstool

How does it feel man? You know,
when the lights stop shining on you?
I know you can’t see the lights but
damn man, you know what I mean.
when the heat stops shining on your face.

Baby, it’s like this,
you create your own sun.
Give it a name like the only woman
who didn’t love you for your money
or power, or none of that
make sure you stand
inside her smile

Gangsta Lean

featured in the poetry forum December 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

Diamond in the back
Sun roof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean roof

On the stroll near
the 1 hr motel no tell
Dos dinero para pinoche
Afro wig bigger than my face
Red river in one hand
choking on a eve filter

Diamond in the back
Sun roof top
Diggin the scene
with a gangsta lean roof

getting a primo from Caroline
Cornbread’s main stable
“Look at the trick’s shoes,
“a narc’s shoes are always too shiny”
‘Naw bitch’, Jean Nate chimes in
‘That’s just a trick that likes nice shoes,
Look at his hair cut, if it’s too short he’s 5 0’

Diamond in the back
Sun roof top
Diggin the scene
With a gangsta lean roof

Touching up my Flori Roberts lipstick
in the bar’s mirror
feeling as old as my fake id
a man fits a drink into my hand
‘wanna date’ I smile
I look at his scuffed shoes, long hair
walk outside with him
Popping my gum

Self Portrait 6

July 13, 2009  :: 0 comments

Corn tortillas wrapped in foil
So good like they were made
by Tia Liz
Sweating under her box fan
while she sucked on a lemon
And drank peppermint schnapps
Talking shit about that educated
Puta that took her man

Rushing for my bus sipping
a nice earl gray/
peppermint/green tea
environment friendly mug
mp3 and do rag on my head
pen silently melting

Black Man Wharf Blues

July 13, 2009  :: 0 comments

Lines on face
lines on shirt
standing with high hats
weathered hands
weathered pants
reward for hard work
a fish
shoulders rolled back
like the sleeves
of his shirt
dreaming of a steak

Loon Call
((In memory of Richard Sevrens))

featured in the poetry forum July 13, 2009  :: 0 comments

We met under the bodhi tree
with chips for me
almonds for you
drink my strong coffee
out of a red carafe

We talk about hearing Mingus
places you drove your taxi
I talk about my shitty week
Remember Gayle, it’s the streets
and it’s war

I turn a corner expecting your
surprised face enveloping me
in a Richard hug you reserve
for old jazz boppers
even an errant funkster

We were listening to quartets
body and soul moving
to hip kats and kitties
speaking poems and rants

We sit under the tree
discussing Hughes’ haiku
and a Miles brew
your flute resting at your side
I wake up and remember
My tears falling in b flat minor
trilling coherent patterns
on this page

Salome’s Dance

featured in the poetry forum September 9, 2008  :: 0 comments

U2’s “Heartland” is on
I’m dancing for the woman
who has to drag herself
from cum wet sheets
find coffee, bum smokes
until the horn announces
her next trick

Thin hotel towel
put in a bag to be used
in a gas station bathroom
maybe a douce
probably not a meal
that luxury will have to wait
for a safe corner

Hoping the cops are in
a better mood today
nursing a skinned knee
and a missed chalkline
the crazys are
looking saner
GOT to be
more careful

Beating down jones
until theres enough money
there’s never enough
of anything

The whiskey mixes
with cum, sweat, cunt juice,
and shit in your mouth
and you would drown in a
river of dirt
to feel clean

Flinching at the judgement
stares of eyes and turned up
noses when they stumble
on your makeshift office
alley, doorway, bathroom stall
sometimes backseat at a stoplight

Sometimes they are gentle
it makes you want to hurt them
so you hold back
don’t give them the pleasure
the satisfaction
the need for pardon
you never gave yourself that gift

Acts 22:16 (Cat’s Song)

July 16, 2008  :: 0 comments

You must be washed to be clean
take me to your firmament
I find myself
Off the cliffs
Of your smile

Your glance
Burns dry ice
Into me
chant your mohogamy
needs wasteland

Come to me
I can handle
love and pain woman
Give me tribunal
love of your brown alter
I will return it tenfold

The banquet
Ruth promised
You rains upon me
blessed in the waters
kiss sending bolts
to my soul

Shouting in the temple
Of your hands
my firmament
daughter of Ruth

shouting into your chalice
I am blameless
above your pedestal
you are my madness

Dark Harlequin

July 16, 2008  :: 0 comments

The insult hurls the night
“Fuck you nigga”
I’m riding shotgun with my friend
Hyped up urban mode
Masks on

A cinnamon skinned youth
clutches his anger
While brown brothers
Smelling the signals of

The man stumbles over
Struggling between fear
Unshed tears
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you
Addressing my friend and me
My friend a recent stoke victim
Tucks her defeated arm nearer
I sit spine straight

He shores his spilling rage
“I just got out today
And already there’s someone
who wants to get hurt”
“I feel better when I hurt someone”
“But not you” he gestures to me and my friend

I try to vanish him it ‘it’s cool’ gestures
But he won’t be waved off
He wants me to understand
“I didn’t mean you, I’m a Native American
I’m a Red Man
He yells to the sky
Before he staggers off
In search of conquest

Did I understand him better? Yes
When I have leashed my pain
When it rampages on wary strangers
When wounded attack each other
Throw fist toward the perceived enemy