Long Slackening Poems

Now´s the time to wake up,
time to shout,
tell the people you meet
what you´re really about
no time for hiding,
no time for shrinking
gotta show the world
what you´re really thinking
cos the frequency is rising
the frequency is rising
the power...

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The formality of it stings.
“How are you?” 
Delivered with a self-conscious courtesy and
a poverty of emotion 
calculated to immediately keep 
me at arm’s length, 
fencing herself in.

There was a time when this
same greeting would
have been...

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Centered around ephemeral shapes, 
Now—shapeless now—flailing—
Yellows, blues, oranges and reds,
Heat eating what surrounds it till it Can no more—eyes—in the fire. . .

The way life moves toward danger, 
And eyes watch closely,
Growing and slackening,
Distant singing...

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Black girls mollycoddle,
dandle cranky babies;
some cradled on arm and hip,
some hustled along
on low-riding wheels.

Brown men lounge outside bodega’s,
some soft-soap, play imaginary guitars,
some flash smiles at the slackening sun,
dare it to glitz elsewhere.

White girls sit on...

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I lay with languor praying for an answer I’d been seeking.
Azure glitter-drops splashed upon
the clean white sand nearby my feet.
I drifted into sleep then as wisps of clouds
in a sky mirroring the cerulean sea beneath...

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Violent noisy events in  waves slap ,
Break and coersively snatch away 
Distrubing the foamy thoughts in array,
Spreading across the stretch and dap

Calm and quietude that envelope
And revive the slackening sprit -
Beyond the roaring waters...

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What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess

Always thought I was in total control 
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my...

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What just happened yesterday
Must have been dreaming I guess
Met a beautiful stunning young lady
Left me in a helluva mess

Always thought I was in total control 
But she knocked me back on my ass
Drooling from my...

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In case the mirror’s not enough,
Reminders of my age
May crop up just to let me know
I’m at a certain stage.

A lack of energy, perhaps,
Or slackening of skills,
More visits to the doctor
And a daily dose of...

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The taut rope is tightening, 
Fears of an end heightening;
No hope of it loosening:
The craziest reasoning…

Yes, helping hands slackening,
A quite bright day darkening;
Now, a sight quite sickening,
The vigorous weakening, 
Tough men turn the defenseless,
As tough...

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My Cloud white and five-point stars 
join royal blue and strips of red,
stitched into a familiar pattern,
folded and temporarily put to bed.

The first time up the pole, crisp 
edges flap and crack in the breeze.
Frosty...

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