traveling
the radio mind is loud tonight, and soulful
guiding my steps through twilit streets
drunk on datura and roses, i nearly trip over
a raccoon, who doesn’t appear to mind
the radio mind is loud tonight, and soulful
guiding my steps through twilit streets
drunk on datura and roses, i nearly trip over
a raccoon, who doesn’t appear to mind
the tea! the web of musical relationships!
the sleepless night before, digesting
the vastness of cruelty! you needn’t have shared these with me
to know how the heart can pound!
all my kindest thoughts i learned from kindness
no bully beat them into me
deprive a man of love (there’s a good reason?)
and what would one expect?
the moon that fills my eyes: that’s only the beginning
it pulls on, warms and quickens all
my water. curious optimism. like a breast,
a faithful home for thirst
neighborhood phrasebook: “punk-ass” “yo’ mama’s a ho'”
“whattya lookin’ at, bitch” “whatta you
walkin’ away fo’, bitch” “you a stupid-ass nigga”
“why you gotta disrespect me?”