Saturday, January 31, 2015

Indifference in Dreams

He must have hated her and longed for her
Am I pure
Are you pure —
The fantasy of rescuing the father
will occasionally
have tender meaning
Something about wanting the father
for a son
nor Jupiter
nor comeuppance
toward the chore of immortality
the whore meets the mother in the mirror
and claps, cheers   I found you
at last I found you
having always longed for you  (new you
and hated you
Papa, look at my shadow-
mask I've made of the satisfactions
you must have longed for
and hated     too

Am I pure yet
are you pure
reconciliation /
will to have  a tender meaning

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Friday, January 23, 2015

I loved any black man who was screaming

And the quiet ones who wanted to cream all over my leggings and run home to their mothers with the  subdued prizes    

No body is ever disrupting things                  he begins,  this is about ... phases in my life that I can                                                               now          look at, more objectively     as they say    

Dimming the light of interrogation  

I'm in the mood again  

No body is ever disrupting   things  

Any black man who is screaming  

And the quiet ones

mouthing Mahalia lines into the receiver  while we fall asleep together