Pigeons
Dottering about like old maids
the only thing that would
make them better is if they bought
their own Windex TM
and if they had golden blond hair, an adorable face and voice.
They would make millions singing away on T.V.
click, on t.v. – click, there in the haze
between channels,
I fell through the crevasses in my knuckles
twisting along tendons and pulsing veins
pulsing veins; check your cells
ha!
Pigeons smear rose shoulders sometimes so
crimson they appear wet and dripping
splattering like spilled paints and spreading
like rumors about the real housewives
“Like ho, please! I can't even with this bullshyett”
“not now or then” Simon chimed in
and then he sat back and waited.
Pigeons pluck away upon the old man's cracker
covered feet. Those shoes sure red dire roadblocks
rigid running, roiling water swirls through
swishing through feathers and dust
oh, look, one has a sock
but not a tube sock – let's be real here.
It must be an endless sock
Pigeons peck at you constantly – that is what I felt like when I went too far
when I pushed and shoved didn't
take care read december, read dear
read lovely elegant thoughts
of not so lovely, elegant socks
turned gray with marks from formal shoes
only to be washed away with pledge TM
except some of it was too dry and crusty, it couldn't be removed by even the sassiest of black women.
Pigeons, or urban seagulls you beach bums,
are so fabulous I can't even deal. Like omq
“OMG” they cry out, adorning lipstick
flying towards the sun, wish fall, irridescent
throat, humpbacked old man of the
old,oldwest from cartdriving gobbly turkeys
wrapped up in leaves and burning in coals
Smells to me like christmas.
Wing beats curl over crusts of crumbs
pecking and hitting stone as often as not
hundreds at a time, coming at you
Thick, white, and warm, the pigeons are angry creatures that have a fabulous side
tho it is seldom seen due to violent tendencies
and the government censors who sit in
on grand old farting shows
grown gray as pigeon feathers with time.
Oranges
I was perfectly content until I saw him standing before me with an uncomfortable and
confused grin – we both stare at each other and my mind races about what to say.
My mouth bounces open and shut and I squeak out the words:
treat love roughly, cradle it afterward
for if you don't, counseling is expensive.
wouldn't want to get in a jam like that again
It was humiliating. I can only imagine the multitude of thoughts that were running
through his head, all behind that uncomfortable smile.
The gallivanting oranges from yonder way
are so fresh, filled w/ such plentiful, juicy nutrients that make my day.
The sun seems a bit brighter,
now that I've tasted such sweet tanginess
or in all the world such a burning
idea, a thought that perishes with
a flick of the wrist and a snap of
the fingers
I open the freezer and I shiver with fright
My eyes begin to water,
desperate for the sweet taste I so craved
I moan and throw myself into the door
the cracking wood splinters, my shoulder
separates from my body and swims away
like worms drinking in new dirt.
My nail pierces the skin of the orange.
My nose
shrinks back in shock as foreign forces
attack, leaving a slight burning sensation
she is too young to know not to touch the store
unaware of its hardness and strength
my mind yearns to fulfill my curiosity
my bones melting
into ash.
[nutrients]
Needling my thumb under the skin
I'm pulling off flames. Wedging
my hand into the heart-flesh
I'm cupping molten rock
the hurt I feel is insatiable
my name is Ramona and I love to sing
I'm a real housewife of New York City and live for bling
my love for diamonds is something I bring
to the mines of South Africa!
A citrusy smell greets me at the door,
brings me back to November which I can not bore
to picture in my mind. The stress and fear I had undergone reappears in all of its glory
A puddle of sweat circles around my weak figure
like the drool of a sleeping babe. I slick back icy calls
and rain shadows onto the soft morning liquid