Sunday, August 29, 2010

poem: no place like home

"no place like home"

Mom returns home from work,
washes her hands, turns on her soap
and prepares the boys an early dinner.

Drawers and doors are shutting,
the smell of fish grease creeps up the stairs,
beneath me, the kitchen is bubbling.

Dad creaks out of his daily deathbed
takes a piss and thunders down the stairs
like the load of his life is too much to bare.

Mother calls me down to eat.
But I am trapped in a brilliant story
about a desert storm in Castle Valley.

clanks and scrapes
across porcelain plates.

The sink water and fan keep running.
The word “Bitch!” is flung through the air
beneath me, father is erupting.

Lips tighten. Fists curl.
I want to say

No I can’t come down to eat
and be trapped in that storm
of words that strike like lightning.

I am tired of acting like we are okay.
He has problems. She has problems.
And I have problems with their problems.

I have been locking my door
since I was six and still can’t stop
their words from breaking in.

So I leave it open and listen
to our picture perfect peace
shatter like a forsaken dish.

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Monday, August 23, 2010

"that day"

"that day"

you flip to a fresh page
and describe that moment
with that newfound friend
and those fluttering feelings inside:

that day, the sky was in full-gloom
until the sun fumbled through
the clouds a few hours before
dipping into the dark of the earth

you were lost in that city
at 3 o’clock that morning
‘cause those sparks lit a flame
too stubborn to die with day

you felt her focus flicker
from your eyes to your lips
you spoke softly, leaned in
and peeked while you kissed

in that park on that rock
when those sprinklers went off
and that silken stream flowed
coolly beneath your feet

you skipped across an emerald sea
as fearless as two thrown river stones
and then surrendered your doubts
to a late summer’s night dream

you write about stars fading
into a brightening blue morning
and delicately tuck in that moment
like a child on the cusp of slumber.

Friday, August 13, 2010

so i missed...

so i missed the erykah badu concert in richmond
only to compete in the national poetry slam in st paul
so i missed the corinne bailey rae concert in richmond
only to compete in the national poetry slam in st paul

here are my dedications to them both:

erykah evolve.

tuberose in the sea.