Best Syringes Poems

an early morning rise,
up the stairs
walk into the bathroom 
in the sink
a small stain of blood.

less than a measure of yesterday 
pulling a baby out...

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The heat of the street more than you can take
hem hiked high above your bony knees
spread slightly apart so you can breathe
sitting in the stifling...

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I sit with the wall against my back. The wall refuses to move despite endless requests.

The door opens and closes its mouth, it wishes to...

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Exclusive Birth Rights

I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability
privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral...

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iPhone Maniacs

crankshaft tendencies secure a brace of sly meatballs
truth daggers entice the worm girls with petite pastas
creature lilacs uproot themselves for pink dippity-do gels
white nylon...

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I AM HIV/AIDS 

     
Saint Luke predicted me long time ago,
While the Book of Revelation warned you about me.
I am raging...

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I replied to the beast, “ We are done!”

No longer will I be captive to your powder
of numb thought and emotion.
No longer will I need...

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How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional...

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At one point, there's no cure for HIV/AIDS. The virus has affected not just the
African-American community, but the entire human race, as well. The whole...

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Little pebbles of broken glass, litter the streets, but the children run barefoot anyway.
Stubbing toes, contracting disease, playing with cigarette butts and discarded syringes.
The teens...

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Walking down Lehigh Ave in North Philadelphia where I used to play

Now I see teenagers playing with dirty syringes and caps of rock

Women strutting and...

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Betty was bonafide crazy. She had shot her husband after a night of drunken quarreling, and was in the state mental hospital instead of being...

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On a pale July winter
I danced with the last Princess
In the middle of a sordid one room...
So long after sunset and so far from dawn
The...

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The day has come, a smiling sun shines through bold bars, across the room to the door, ajar, projecting the bars on the door as...

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A new day, a new exercise, a new function. Yesterday they said I resemble a bouncing ball, today I am, skimming and skipping. All round...

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