Poetry Highlights
Blemish
The growth of blemishes on my face
Was jinxed upon me by my mother
Whether in genetic or superstitious pretext
They’re here to stay for a day or two
And how I’d wish they’d go away I’ve been given choices
Doubledown on how the current meds are working
Or try and find a magic remedy to all this within a day
Maybe toothpaste will dry it out
Or maybe it’s the way I walk that will make them drop like flies
Then there is of course the solution
The one that slaps you in the face every time before now
Breath easy and don’t give them a second glance
They’re part of your face now, soon they won’t be
Be the best parts of you to show that the growth of blemishes
The growth of marks, scars, burns deformities rheumatisms
Can be infallible remedied via the power of the funk
The Pink Water in My Shoes
Concealed by tan-tainted glass
Sits water I slosh through daily
Stepping hard enough
To where drops hit the head
Bathed in these pink-lets
Is a boy sitting manly
And of gracious descent
Is he perched in pink slosh
With fingers mincing all kinds
Cutting fine deals with selves
May this rosey high-tide
Wash them all over in droves
Dried are the leg-hairs
That sit waving in confusion
Pursuit of the queen futile
With pentacle predicted
As ballooned as we could be
In the pink gushes of my shoes.
Where We’re Manhandled
Stepped into two of these eyes
Aligning myself into this chunk
That for all intents and purposes
Is better than my own
Inability to hold in my own fashion
Hair blacker than two nights before
Delivered uncharmed and fallen
All shrugged and accepted beauty
Perspective wholly good-enough
I stomp where once tendered
In the midst of your garden
Seeing all broken pleasures
Sitting in the folds of another
Desires fleeting protest
