Sunday, December 4, 2011

super k

"leave the
radio on

this car is not
a democracy"

the thump
of my belly

hustlers round
the corner

who look but
never listen

the color
of money

"there should be
a western union
in every ghetto"

Monday, November 28, 2011

sophisticated

sophisticated
head nod
sophists that
insist to exist
sincerity that gives
me the creeps

considerate, deliberate
lurking
I am
all of this

a warm penetration
warning shot
sensation
who forgets
to feed himself

sour meat
gone bad in
the goo of
her womb

I was never meant
to last this long

lock down

trapdoor slum lord
and the interloper
who makes dollars
after hours

perfect strangers

Friday, July 23, 2010

Situation Normal; All Fucked Up

a future that foretold me
to fuck off and die
i am in a fix

of the comfort
mothers best provide
verily, a lone lady
whose womb, this undoing

of moments which
amend, confuse
that lay me adrift
against these times