I must say at times
My laughter panics
It has eyes, and nails
Real, like ghosts
Like bodies waiting to be touched
I must say what they don’t say
While living at the center of a wound still fresh
Your writing inspires me
Inside of this space
Outside of me
Words exploding namelessly
Admiring a woman I hardly know
But know inside my chest
A little bit of Vogue
Staining the ivory legs
I thank-you-all for following my madness
My blood nicely drifts this morning
Some sort of red bell bloom conspires
Right arm necklacing my garments
She’s in love writing postcards
Full color divinity ink slips her mouth
Shading plastic limbs exhausted
Affirming the resurrection of her tongue
Her first Gods purring the soulful return
Her high heeled abstractions kneeling forgets
Findind the promise in a want . . .
With you darling my feet grow nothing but warmth, thank you.
Ladies and Gents
United Nations certainly would object
To this Democracy mad hatter of mine
Beneath it all crimson is here showing his worth
Impotently red layering his rummaged fumes
Top coat rushing the high-lighted pansies
Talking depots misleading mixing golds
Primary hues drag so queerly don’t you say
Surely you all know madness is the sheetrock
If these screens surrendered and we touched
I’d have you all here in this now of mine edging for peace
Contemplating what humans do best: Resolve
