Saturday, May 26, 2012

Black Swans

come exuberant and centered

full of joy energy,

every summer. my black swans

dance the cul-de-sac open.


gentle. my son

chalices a holding

place for fireflies

with his hands


for their eyes

before epic battles

with Nerf swords carving

the crescent moon. old folks


shout…car

headlights. use care

and concern yourselves

with living. this is not


some ballet battle pitting dark

against light and true love.

this is simply the migratory

patterns of human purity.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Mother's Day

Hi mom. I have nothing

to report. no graphs


or delicious numbers

lined up in a tidy column.


no. not that

either. Aether has come


visiting. and I

rather care


for her

a great deal.


this being humanoid

and fallible


with all of the bugs

the designers gave us


makes pretending

not knots.

Service With A Smile (draft)

hello, my name is Christina.

I will be your Negro today.

I am here to reassure you


are a very good person.

exceptionally good. you didn’t

say nigger once today


(even though you thought it.)

or bitch….or ghetto… or any

words about witch


old women will suck

teeth. about sucking

teeth and eye rolling.


these are just

actions to better facilitate your

authentic experience


with being liked by Negroes

who assure you

are a very good person.


even when assaulted

by critical thinking storming

from a brown mouth


in the form of a question

innocuous. you worry

the scab


all by yourself

and then sulk when

it runs red.


that’s okay. I am here

to lick your wounds

and remind you


are a very good person.

right? nod your head

you know you


and so I do too!

see? good people

thank you for letting me


serve you today.

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Who Speaks Himself

my son wants me to take him

to China where the catfish will take

him to heaven


I have different ideas

about myself... and...

he listens closely..about creation and stuff...

but... if he is what the world wants to make him...


I will take him to China

and give his body to the catfish…

I am raising a Black boy


who speaks himself.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

What did I do today?


something so fragile can burn 
in the making. something likes
a million ancient blended souls. something 
born from the most primitive and blessed 

gift. something 
washed so holy it broke apart 

joined others like itself 
to become whole 

again. something 
given form from breath.