a mighty powerful thing

i must be a mighty powerful thing like a man's legs crossed or a moustached woman or like desire when it mounts you and rides you into the sunset like hunger pain all bunched up between your legs must be something like the sight of yourself in the morning in the mirror that makes you … Continue reading a mighty powerful thing

Necromancy (Or Raising the Dead)

every thing that happened to me was some kind of magic when they laid me in the grave minutes past being born walked away from me like moses and sent me down the river life to die touched my body in ways ain't supposed to be and beat me with their own regret raised welts … Continue reading Necromancy (Or Raising the Dead)

Beautiful Suicide

    i avoid your embrace for fear of immolation but today decided to die to feel the flesh melt from my bones     we are grown black boys in white socks dragging  feet across carpet   we hide prophet smiles because we know the same secret   we know that when finger meets flesh we … Continue reading Beautiful Suicide