Youte
(Anse LaRaye, St. Lucia
A Friday night in June, 2002)

by on June 19, 2009 :: 0 comments

“Sick Youte! Wicked Youte!” Through these streets Youte runs Youte of the Friday nights Youte of the street parties The islanders move late Move into the night In the disco, lights are flashing Rastas pulse to the reggae, country beat Vacillating, syncopating Rhythm and color spill into the street Where sounds and smells Attack the senses Lobster, shrimp, seafood all …

This Good Life

by on June 14, 2009 :: 0 comments

What is the hunger of water-falls for little men in tiny boats, flirting with alluring whirlpools, who lie on crowded Sunday beaches dreaming of vacations in the winter, burdened by cameras that seek Palm Beach condos, Fort Lauderdale motels, Miami hotels. The tourists sleep late, swim, drive on across an aging land, veined with highways of destruction, submerged with cities …

I HAVE ISSUES

by on June 10, 2009 :: 0 comments

What angels good or bad hover over my shoulder? Do they want my soul? I have issues sometimes. In my bedroom under my bed are newspapers, which I steal from news racks because voices command me to do it. I hear angels with wings and angels with horns, who guide my actions. They want me to save the city from …

small revenge

by on June 7, 2009 :: 0 comments

I don’t care about the metrics, the iambus and the rhymes-I have read the classics and then I put them back on their dusty shelves: we write about something that comes from the guts and the nails as the flowers outside explode… the poetry, can I say that I don’t care? I prefer to drink alone in this room in …

fast exit

by on June 5, 2009 :: 0 comments

we’ll make a fast exit i promise so quick and painless and our bank account won’t even feel it. we’ll let them feel good about it slap us on the back and give us those eyes then we’ll run far away to the bar to a fine restaurant or just into the street free for the moment rich for a …

being part of society

by on June 2, 2009 :: 0 comments

you must stamp things, sign them, count, subtract, categorize when does it end? can’t we just let it all go? do what you want when you want? wait–sign here!–now you can at least, till the notary gets here then you’ll need to be fingerprinted have your blood taken, stool sampled show ID and your good to go again till the …

Goodbye Blue Sky

by on May 31, 2009 :: 0 comments

Blue Eyes still think about Blue Sky A meltdown lifetime ago Stranger dancing Sundress stroll Sauntering seduction Water wells invent music Starving notes Kissing chords Carved curved back Smooth cool lover sculpture Staring 3 by 3 Terrific terrible tease Strict rules and nothing plays Silence daylight night is speaking drumbeats and drunkenness Freedom has nothing but will costs nothing but …

Blasphemy

by on May 30, 2009 :: 0 comments

He hung by his penis, wrists, and ankles. She hung by her nipples, neck, and toes. And all the sidewalk traffic that night either laughed, giggled or chuckled under their breath at the uncommon sight. The bachelor party quintet pulled their beaten-up, gray ’84 Chevy van to a dead stop by the curb and jumped out to gawk, snicker and …

Blue Notes

by on May 28, 2009 :: 0 comments

words unspoken meanings unheard feelings unfelt short-termed promises turned to lies long-termed amnesia’s broken the ties the buzz of rolling dallas quiets the night in abrupt silences while the weak-day’s erased, & placed back-burner plans & promises sputtered blindly & loosely wandering… wondering… if floated words still carry weight when sunrise licks its’ withered edges ready-made phrases & places remembered …

shadowboxing

by on May 24, 2009 :: 0 comments

Sometimes, I feel That I no longer have a fight left in me I’m less of a Balboa and more of a Glass Joe I want to fade into a mass of an eclipse and shadowbox a bloated sun dodge the finesse moon while upper cutting a star cast sky teeth spit showers of light several stringed defeats introspective mirror …