Hey Black Man

A poem about the pain of being a black man in America.

Precipice

I stand at the precipice of doing; a long way from “adiue,”
shapeshifter into unbeknownst clouds, unsuspecting marvel
at the intercourse of…

Mammogram Waltz

Step toward your partner,
Slide up close,
Wrap your arm around that bony shoulder
And hold tight.

The Seventh Cigarette

Tell me of the whirlwind stirring under your shirt and in your sheets once more as I’m on my knees dying to hear a fist…

Agony

Maybe I should never have come to be

Trapped within my own limits

Dance

You give
from yourself
But you don’t
boast of it
You are a person
who gives without
expecting 
to get back