Poke the Mirror

understanding is part n’
parcel to the creation
of beginnings,

it’s not same foam filler
we’ve been tryin’ to
pass through our
systems as
fuel,

and we still blame the
killer but not own
mirror’s fool,

it’s the faintest reflection
that begs closest
inspection,

and it’s cracked glass
that splits an image
beyond all facial
recognition.

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Seein’ Reds

when blade’s not being waved
or weaponized it’s the tool designed
to peel dead layers from
my eyes,

i’m the tool chiseled in
flawed design, ever making nice
with lobby’s shortest
exit line,

but movie’s just begun
and i vowed to stay,
at least until
i sprout a
spine,

and elbow my way
thru popcorn n’
soda line,

in a bum’s rush
to next lit-up
exit sign.

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Mello’s Diner

no longer…

a truck stop special
served up good
as greasy
,

as 3am creeps around
the gals from quiet corner
pour into booth
beside me
,

during slower times ’cause
my island eyes hint
a deep need for
company,

no tricks, no tempt of treats
just a heavy helping
of raw speak,

bless the queens
that ran these
streets.

I used to write the nights away in a downtown 24 hour diner. The sex workers best knowing those corners would often join me for quite the inspired and exasperated chat sessions in my corner booth. This is written in tribute to their wisdom, strength and humour.

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Tactical Applications

can’t peel my eyes off
you tho to be fair
i’ve never
tried,

it’s ok, you like your fashion
fixtures brushed over
surface n’ press
on anyway,

like prettied nail
calcified over
the finger
point

a crusty lash above the
floodgates, cries now more
over love than she
ever hurt for
hate,

still, wouldn’t swap all
that’s smudged so streaky for
flawless stroke applied
to model face.

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huddle ’round the screen

whether taking flight or free
fallen it’s all a push, push,
pull in strange
directions
,

and now sideways looks
more upward and pride only
faces down and and all
i perceive comes
thru crystal
loud,

our beginnings to
deaths bookend a long
life’s fleeting
breath,

a brittle
chain..

as kids clamor ’round
the window, to bask
in rain’s softer
sounds
,

misting the
pane.

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Treading Space

i’ll take you somewhere so
pretty, though we’re
stranded here
indoors,

inside this blooming mind’s
no molded scaffolding, no
locked doors, no paw
prints across no
waxed floors,

just boundless place for
a weightless treading
towards something
that feels like
more
,

and ain’t that
what space
is for?

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and rabbits will run

for every sinner,
his own sun,

and i’m half-past late for
dinner ’cause i lost track of
time for sake of
more fun

begin, then end just to
begin again, til
mercy pulls
the plug,

or sweeps feet out
from above
the rug,

once thought affection was just
something grown-ups hid
in their closets,

away from kids
so needy for
love.

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Blowhole in Head

it falls apart to fuse
stronger,

like smoke binding
ol’ lungs called
cancer,

let’s dance streamers over
graves but just so our
dead can join us
in usherin’

fresh age braids with golden hair,
blew tumor out my head
as whale geysers
to the air.

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Stalled Car

there’s something in the
way i stutter thru shames of
tongue’s transgressions

it’s like i failed in revving an engine
that turns and rolls all over
itself to catch a spark
off anything,

other than own
propulsive energies,
repulsed by own
complicity
in

rough state of
this stalled
out car

‘ready pushed
too hard
.

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