No Heaven for a Gangsta

Another poem I wrote in my advance poetry class. This is the revision. I do not like it all that much, but in theory it sends the same message.

We laugh at everyone on the other side of the bridge.

"That rescission don't affect us."

Spending so much time in the red,

I forgot what life is like in the black.

Around here times have always been labored.

Poverty is the best friend to welfare,

nothings changing that.

Don't need the news to say Memphis is sixth in crime this year.

We'll spend the last bit of money on third buying J's and cigarettes.

We do what we want

on the block pushing mix-tapes,

riding flats in a candy paint donk,

in the trap to hustle for death.

She is Beautiful,

an Angel from Hell.

I'm an assassin

I sneak up on time

and kill it.

A ninja in translucent clothing

I move fast

while they assume.

The vixen of static dreams to

diminish your premise

I'm your arch nemesis.

A siren of sheets

lying...conniving...deceiving

the type that likes to mislead men.

What is love?

Is it

Dealing with drunkenness

Helping my feet swim through rain-fall collected on the streets

Placing a 10-58 in the passenger seat and rolling down the window

Holding back my hair as a I project the nights contents

Getting a hotel room because there is no way I can drive

Allowing me to cry in the shower, balancing my head over the grate

Calling me beautiful after i repeat line 5 in the sink

Patting depression away

Forcing me to crawl in bed wrapped in sheep's clothing

Reminding me that the world's not over, it'll be better in the morning

Kissing me on the fore head

...maybe

for Xo

Valentine's Day

If I could change the history of v-day I would make it less romantic. I would name it after Saint Valentine, the tramp liquidator… supplier of satin heart shaped boxes… chocolate euthanasia…love confetti.

Valentine, giver of white roses dyed the deepest rouge; hemoglobin… lionized Jack the Ripper… martyr for illuminatus.

Chocolate of death would be a Hallmark given with red roses. Mass hysteria would break out on the fourteenth… a pandemic… I would blame it on “love.”

Induce a profit.

Sparkler With A Soul Stealer

She wonders why I hate her

I would say dislike but that leaves

Room for improvement and she’s so far from

Recovery she’d drown in shallow water with a

Lifejacket and someone holding her head

She’s the reason why I sigh complain grumble

NOTHING relevant has ever escaped her lips

I couldn’t choke positivity out of her if the only

Thing she ate was Sunshine and Rainbows

Meet Me In Outer Space

Love, you don’t seem to understand.
You’re this gravity-less force that,
Kisses like a sonic boom.
My mind speaks to yours.
We break the sound barrier,
Every time our bodies unite.
What we are is Dangerous.
I’m an addict and you’ve recently quit,
With this passion in you, this atomic bomb romance.
You try to control it, but
I’m a Super Nova and my desire to
Acquire you radiates, shines, over powers you.
Together we’d be unstoppable.
We’d form a Neutron Star,
A black hole…
A complete source of destruction.
Nothing would escape us.
All stellar activity would be void.
We’d cause Nuclear Fusion.

(2010)

Dramatic Monologue

Yeah, these are a lot harder to do than I thought:

CANON

The sky is flat.
Objects descend from it, pointing down at me,
They never fall.
The ground is endless,
Unlike the sky.
I travel, I see, I remember every time I’m
Told to.
I’m a constant companion.
I go everywhere with them,
Crowds of people dip and sway in front of me,
Landscapes are manipulated for me,
Animals are made to pose and do tricks because of me.
My companions do play on words with my name.
They deepen their voice,
Look through me, aim and say
Tell it to my Mother Fuckin’ CANON!