This one is for you, dear hair in my mouth,
No matter how hard I try,
To spit you out, though I know it's uncouth,
I really wish you hadn't dropped by.
When I breathe I feel you tickle my uvula,
As your other end taps the back of me teeth,
I love your culture; you can dance the hula,
Whenever I try to make you bequeath.
Categories:
uvula, humor,
Form: Rhyme
5 a.m. had surfaced
Weary I ascended from my bedstead
Keen I rose the first of many cancer sticks
to the sleek rift of my lips
Oh, how the flavor of fresh, young smoke
Knocked at the base of my esophagus
Caressing my uvula with infinitely
Unfathomable mountains of beauty
Categories:
uvula, life, cancer,
Form: Verse
before the dense shower of rain
i’ve placed by notebook for taking autograph
before the whole-night music-show
before the non-busted shell of tear-gas
but i can’t put it before your uvula
till now
sitting in the dark-balcony
touching the nevus
here i am
creeping in the air
is my silky handkerchief
in its every layer
is the disgorgements of the burnt cigarette
and the radioactive water
all over the body
the bird procreates assassination
getting lost with its wings unfolded
in the common people
without leaving a fingerprint
Categories:
uvula, friendship
Form: Prose Poetry
Entering the cave of a wide open mouth
Pulling on the slippery uvula
Reaching for the nasal cavity
Taking a breath before leaping for the eye socket
Where I view the world that plows the field of future
Then taking dirt road veins to a house on 123 east Sycamore
Where Under the bed in my room is a cranial box of treasure
Opening the box exposes the parietal cortex
A single mother loving four children
A family of five on welfare
A mother in and out of the hospital
A ten year old boy visits mom on Sunday
A confused orphan on Monday
A mother enters holy sleep at thirty-five years of age
I love you mom
My son KJ often asks of you
As I close this box and return to the dirt road of veins, now paved
My moist cave will echo, only the love of a mother
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I miss my mother on special occasions in my life, and often wonder what things would be
like if she still lived? However I have been blessed to have known her and I live a
prosperous life for which I'm thankful for.....
Categories:
uvula, family, mothermother, mom, love,
Form: Free verse