Monthly Archives: April 2011

Unwritten (From the collection INK)

unless you can write food on a plate words on paper have little to do with empty bellies bloated                                                    as if hunger were a being  growing in the vacuum drawing flies to eyes  puckering brows painting something that has … Continue reading →

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Inked (From the collection INK)

he had a tattoo tear it didn’t mean now what it meant then it weighed less or more  it was a piece of fire now it burned beneath his eye announcing he had been Abel to be Cain the set … Continue reading →

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INK

. it don’t signify

like blue black wrinkled old men

in stingy brims

teeth clenching 5 dollar cigars

breath smelling of gin and knowing

from a distance

whose eyes grin

as they eloquently explode

divine curses

like corks from aged wine

you gotta shake ya head

so it don’t hit ya Continue reading →

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