He comes in almost
everyday...
This poem was written for an Art Challenge
on matters of race, written from the perspective...
I was born in poverty and abuse
i was dead in compassionate noose...
If i could leave this bitter coffee
for tomorrow or maybe those overdue bills...
Lush green wheat and apricots, when swayed in...
goggled eyed I walked into, the electronic...
With her back to me a woman sat alone
Around her an aura of sadness and pain...
Today is a very special day
It is not my parent's anniversary...
I asked the sun
In a delicate voice...
I should win an Oscar for
all the different roles I play...
So you're like a star
impervious to love...
Your lips twitch, betraying the dream you're...
Your slow breath is choral to the soft rain...
The river tickles along its way
to kiss a lesser-spotted shore...