Thursday, July 7, 2011
Love Exeunt
Rejoice no more
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Gut clenched
heartbeat racing
Stuck on a maniacal roller coaster
Destination: who knows where
eyes tight shut
blinded in fear and
with every corner
fingers are crossed
because there's a possibility of being tossed
Conductor stop the world,
I wanna get off.
Unwillingly buckled into
plastic seats
the ride chugs along
to bad man beats of
crime and big man privates
under six year olds
uniform pleats
no the ride doesn't stop
it keeps on speeding
up the steep trek of the economic climb
and down to a place where the end is not in sight
fingers grip cool metal bars
As we fly loopty loop through dark nights.
No Red light
Or yellow light
Just green light quick
Wizzing and zipping
I’m gonna be sick
From music
The daunting dancehall kind of beat
And rap where lil wayne shrieks
as we take a sharp turn through city streets
Burnt and stained from H.I.V. and illiteracy
climbing
trekking
Oh How i wish
I could get off this
crazy coaster
away from the heat
of this global toaster
faster we plummet
near the depths of hell
but then again
its too soon to tell
So, with our
Gut clenched
heartbeat racing
Stuck on a maniacal roller coaster
Destination: who knows where
Population: Us
with every corner
fingers are crossed
because there's a possibility of being tossed
Conductor stop the world,
I wanna get off.
That Mackey Girl
©2009
Calloused inner skin
Streaked with
Dark lines
Each to tell a story
Of his
Once upon a time
On a naked nape,
His hands, his map
travel
left turn, right turn,
One after the other a shiver follows,
into a universe of two globes.
Mystic and delicate
against
Rough and worn
Friction
Both wanted and explosive
pressed
Cradled
Nestled
Lifting higher
Tighter
Just enough
To enter.
Gliding through the
Stratosphere
In there
All lays
Bare
As his grip
conjoins new lines
Hung from a
Thump thump.
Underneath the skeletal
Wrapped in carnal
Phalanges fiddle
to touch heart
to touch hurt
to touch heat.
The presence
In his hands,
holding all of me.
That Mackey Girl
©2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Allergies
Atchoo!
Its allergy season again
and here I am stuck with
the head ache, body ache
sniffles.....
Atchoo!
Its allergy season again
and I'm not claritin clear
I need vitamin C
or some lyrical orange juice
Atchoo!
Damn,
I'm too close to
these polished poets
these non-dusty poets
this rusty poet
has gotten the flu
Atchoo!
Consonant and vowels avoid me
just in case I
get a rash and scratch
or break out in hives
as i dive into another
Atchoo!
Someone hand me a tissue
before i blow
poet-less snot
on you
for you
I'm sorry
I just
need a minute
to clear my head some
*pause*
hold up someone please
call 911
I need help
I need meds
something
anything
to clear my
pen
but give me a second
I need to
ATCHOO!!
~That Mackey Girl~ 
Heavy Panting
Puffs of breath
escape parted lips
and bared teeth takes
bites and nips
leaving shivers in its wake.
Mind blowing thoughts
rush past as a
thrusting tongue complies
to relax stiff bodies.
Mouth hung as goosebumps form
from a steady euphoric climb
bubbling
yearning
sparks into a burning
release when I come
to
.............
.........
......
...
.
speak words.
~That Mackey Girl~
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Burdened
are heels
On small hands
caresses to the aching souls and bodies
peek-a-boo in laugh line spaces
near pupils where almost four score of hardship
has been meshed into less than two.
a friendless society
points in her face
and pokes her back
her prideful black back that doesn't bend
and dark eyes remain dry.
She...
is strong
She...
is love
She....
is hurt
She
is almost home
and to the arms of
a strong black man
where
and in those arms
she weeps.
