A palindrome for the ages, 23.32.
The G.O.A.T., 1991
Feet in the water and head full of dirt, 1.17.
Waterside
Neither left or right
On heart & belly
Due North & South
Separate, until they meet.
re: Introduction
There are times to know. Those stuck to picture frames, blood on the sheets, letters with old addresses to places not worth revisiting. Stop trying to know everything, I think unassuredly. It’s a losing game. Instead, we celebrate waking with the sun on dogs fur, with memories still in the stronghold.
I fear, holding too closely to sand. The stuff stuck counting our emptying time. Or, missing the indigo in the rainbow, the part that not sought after, the almost forgotten.
Glory glory
When that bass hits —
Thicc air wavey
That juicy, peach of a second
That sweet second kiss
Better than the first
You expect it but it’s still
July 4th on your tongue
And two front teeth
Glory glory
Look what you got —
A downhome girl
Forgot where she came from
But deep squats in the rutabagas
Picks a tune
Rings the bell for supper
Glory glory
Look what he done–
Went for the undercut
Shocked the gods right outta their beds
Built himself a boat of old ghosts
Tarry, he did not
Sought and found
A lionheart
Masquerading as a seagoat
Glory glory be
Another day together–
Summoning spirits
Checking in with the
Conscious concierge
We getting room service
And a pert near summer sunrise
On a midwinter moon.
A Homegoing 