Published: 26 November 2024

Two Dads

one black, one white
one Father, one Dad
won’t tell you who’s who
heard Dad earlier teaching
his son to shoot hoops
Father arrived a while ago
now, they’re playing two on one
talking about how you move
the strategy of your body and theirs
how you protect the ball
then just shooting
talking about how you move how you position yourself
over your foot, to make that perfect
arc that drops through the basket
without touching the rim

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A Killer And A Scholar

He had a spider web tattoo on his elbow,
a holograph of an eye on his lapel,
his complexion was smooth and uneven,
a killer and a scholar, you could tell.

Describe the ripples on a lake

First, disregard the word shimmer.
too rapidly it decays into simmer,
shunner, slimmer, suddenly slum
slam, slammer summer. It will not
stand, it dissolves upon reflection.

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

The world is so poetic

Leaving the subway station,
the tile floor is bandaged
with hundreds of magazine covers
all featuring Britney Spears,

not enough glue

all the glue on earth
is not enough to hold
this broken heart together
all the brains on earth
are not enough to disprove

My life as snow

I wanted to be electricity,
but I became snow instead.
No medium of communication,
a medium of coruscation.
I lie bright, unblinking in the sun,

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oh to be hated

oh to be hated

to inspire such a feeling within someone
I must really get under your skin
to think about someone, a lot
whether to know what to do, or not
if anything special will be required
yesterday, I was no one, but today I‘m
someone, because I was chosen by you

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