Artists At The Vanguard
...Tie my hands so I may not touch others with potent realities
Bind me from what transpires about
Shackle m...
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Categories:
hypertensions, future, poets,
Form: Free verse
Cats
...One minute he’s by you
Sitting on a chair
The next minute you look
He’s no longer there.
Every door is closed
But he’s not to be found.
That confounded cat has
Slipped through the ground.
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Categories:
hypertensions, absence, cat, confusion, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Harlem Blues
...It's night now in harlem, time to explore
Snakes are diurnal, rats love their nocturnal
Life, the subway is a swinging door.
A cockroach crawls before it falls
Catalectic between the broken walls...
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Categories:
hypertensions, black-african amerchildren, fairy, me,
Form: Free verse