is all that was
sure we painted it
all up & gussy
slapped labels on
called these acts
one night stands
fleeting encounters
love
make it seem pretty
fooling ourselves
each other
but in the morninâ
end of the night
it was nothinâ
more than
ruttinâ
neil benbow
uncle jim I never saw
except as a male figure
in his car
sat outside our house
whenever aunt frances came
she of the wobbly front tooth
& disdain for us step kids
or when we visited her
the faint sounds of his radio
from another room
I never understood why
he would not grace us
with his presence
& now
I am becoming uncle jim
sat outside in the car
listening to the radio
while she visits her family
because if I go in
there will be a row a fight
unpleasant words need be said
to unpleasant people
so I sit outside
in peace in quiet
& wait patiently
neil benbow
You make my inner cannibal hungry.
- 6 words from the mouth of man
Flowers still bloom
in graveyards
and maybe
thats why
Iâve always
known
trauma and pain
canât destroy
a beautiful soul
be:
a D student in high school
college drop out;
overdosed on cop outs;
dreadlocks grew out
got threw outâ
the carcinization out the bucket
takes a metric ton of fuck it;
theyâll pull your downâ
with a grip like Doomfistâ
at its zenith
unity is about discord,
not obedience;
white supremacy
is a symptomâ
the ingnorance is an ingredient;
spoil the cane
save the childâ
young and wild;
bestial; enflamed;
if youâre going to build a straw man
give it a brainâ
after the red hats came
things were never the same;
or like more of the same;
rock and roll music backdrop
uncle samâs
finger guns goin bang
kush; envelopes pushed;
crush some dreams
and put a pinch in;
Iâm a pawn mid en-passant
towards the lynchpin;
peace pipe spliffed
swapping war stories
with crazy outcomes
and all the best intentions;
they thought I was a monkeyâ
I proved them right
when I threw the wrench in
their diabolical schemesâ
yacht dreamsâ
master plan notched
somewhere in between
the the question marks
profit.
aw shit.
I want to weigh down the clouds till they pour
Raging against your window
Until you open your door
And wonder at the storm.
But I am a fallen leaf
Coolly drifting downstream
Indifferently accepting of life
As though it is only a meaningless dream.
In all ways, I have lined up my scars and written them insincere apologies; each word â a mockery and a transgression carelessly thrown in the night. I have allowed dread to settle deeply between my collar bones: an arrow buried between antlers until it unsettles and chokes. I have sewn sadness into my skin, like a dainty, silk sundress; worn it to church and to the funeral mass of a little girl I had to kill. Sheâll never know how much I mourned her, how on some nights, I still do. In all ways, I have looked at my skin, my fingers, and calves, and tailbone and saw a body thatâs never known gentleness or summertime souls or the gentle falling of the rain.
So after all of that, how, then, can I hold my heart now, without ever breaking it?
Tell me â how long can I hold my heart without ever breaking it?
â Fray Narte
*
at last check -
blooming in my garden
in their unobtrusive manner,
varietals - according to forethought,
diligence & care.
day casts dimly -
sun behind clouds, seems;
glooming about
in thoughtsâ compost,
flowering fatalistic fauna
from foyer to rear door
within ceilinged walls
& shaded windows.Â
some days shine serendipitously,
others slate greyer than others;
as tonightâs dream bliss beckons,
heralding the burst & burn
of a new dayâs sun -
sages say.
*
1/21 - lebuc - greyer than others
We open our ribs
to the streetlights and the bars.
Sweat kisses our lungs.
poets commune
we loan our words out
finishing up conversations
from so long ago
we hang the paper out in the sun
write on the surface of the moon
keep books under our pillow
as it opens the print on the paper raises off the page
it floats to the light in the middle of the ceiling
its natural form is electricity
sprinting up and down your spine as you read
at night it runs circles in your head
inspiring dreams
poets commune
poets turn these sparks into fireworks
we live inside snow globes
mirror the pain you canât speak
we feel it and turn it into birds
and let them free
//Poets Commune By: Alec Prado//
The descent
is steep.
We reachedÂ
the peakÂ
too swift.Â
Dying to satisfy,
expectationsÂ
againstÂ
our interest.
Now standing
at the edge.
A steady
extinguish.
A kitchenâs moment -
Light, heat, wonderful
Smells, chemistry
Building, transforming -
Prospects of dirty
Dishes put aside for
A time - plans, formulae,
Timing, dear god,
The timing of it all
-
Interrupted
-
When you are at your
Most focused I come
Behind you sneaking on
The balls of my feet
To wrap my arms around
You, kissing the back of
Your neck, distracting you,
Leading you towards
A madness unfolding
-rb.xyz
My Name Is: Neversay Never
ive tasted everything between birth and dirt, between your kiss and gasping breath, its french, language of love its latin and it is dead,
My Name Is: Conse Quence
and ive seen the eye of the storm blink, its not that it never closes but that even when it does it still can see, now show of hands who wants to watch me pretend to sleep?
My Name Is: Letme Rest
.
for the first time,
hindsight was 2020
and all our foibles
came screaming
into sharp relief
so that we could
finally refocus
and become
our greatest
yet
.