What king should be revered!
Patchwork grins on that park bench,
A dolman to his liking.
He, clad in tattered robes
Of indigo and deep purple and
Crown donned with shining thorns,
Is worshipped by clean cheeks,
And passersby send
gifts of averted eyes.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Forgotten Black Woman
Chrysanthemum stitched dress
Warm color contrasting cool skin
Blue-black and swishing, she rocks,
Swinging arms.
Ardent tremors take over
That soft body. Dirt boulevard
Uninvitedly kisses her cheek.
Shackled and steeled, face
Printed and plowed; pedal
After pedal passed by her eye and
Salted water met that street.
Warm color contrasting cool skin
Blue-black and swishing, she rocks,
Swinging arms.
Ardent tremors take over
That soft body. Dirt boulevard
Uninvitedly kisses her cheek.
Shackled and steeled, face
Printed and plowed; pedal
After pedal passed by her eye and
Salted water met that street.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Untitled [Blue hued dew comes through when I seek you]
Blue hued dew comes through when I seek you,
And shine a ring of thorns upon your crown.
Stumbling quietly into your lair,
I bring the Ancient with an accidental purpose
To meet an indifferent eye.
And shine a ring of thorns upon your crown.
Stumbling quietly into your lair,
I bring the Ancient with an accidental purpose
To meet an indifferent eye.
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