• La Trompette Sanguine

    June 30, 2025
    Poetry

    “Most young [queens] get their heads cut off.” – Basquiat

    Dee dee dum

    beneath the bell bellows
    organic strains announcing
    her arrival

    surrounded by the
    Queen of Hearts soldiers
    worshipping her glory
    with putrid tongues warped
    around the mouthpiece
    Off with her head!

    Dee dee dum dum

    beneath the bellows
    three valves
    pitched
    the lulls
    of each blow
    Dee



     

     

     

     

    of each blow

    Dee

    Dee

    Dum

    the leadpipe snaps

    blood rushes with

    a sinuous grace

    through

    the water key

    deliquescing into

    a blackened crown

    sanguine colors her robe

    the fingers hook 

    around her casket

    as her calvary 

    rages in fellowship

    Dee dee dum

    Off with their heads!

    -for Shanquella

  • Non-Sensical

    June 23, 2025
    Poetry

    Fictitious were the things the crowd said
    lies toppled from eyeballs in their head
    but the Queen sat and smiled
    knowingly all the while
    later on, it would be off with their heads

     

  • Tamar’s Borojó

    June 16, 2025
    Poetry

    one falls easy
    a sleazy line
    greasy palms cave
    peel knave brown skin
    honey staves off sin

    green and unripe
    the bent snake snipes
    a bite you took
    bears a tight nook
    my light you maimed and partook 

    my encased star
    open scar split
    juice spars against
    your intense shame
    incensed, you fall lame

  • Reapers

    June 9, 2025
    Poetry

    Does Karma appear on her own?
    or is she sown
    A hyacinth on the bayou
    loved by those who
    receive soft reprimands that taste
    like the fates

    gracious like honey at the gates
    linger with flowing demeanor
    Can she be summoned or conjured?
    or is she sown loved by those who like the fates

  • Corde Lisse

    June 2, 2025
    Poetry

    Shapeshifting can only take on so many forms when it’s good
    lady, juggler, gymnast, lover – walk on stilts and it’s good

    back balancing a warped mind slinking through tight ropes if it’s good
    – thick one – curved one – silk one – medicinal when it’s good

    basking delicately – woven deftly as if it’s good
    a line forms around the carousel melodies and it’s good

    around the bend; springing for the prize – set a trap while it’s good
    raised platforms put on a show with a rope-a-dope – she’s that good

    a frenzied treasure trove of penniless sense makes it so good
    pink wisdom eating cotton candy white froth emits tastes good

    one for the money, two for thee show – three when the cash is good
    four to go when the que is big enough – only if it’s good

  • Coronet des Jumeaux

    May 26, 2025
    Poetry

    The yellow bandana settled
    loosely around his temple
    dreads banding together
    yielding tightly formed thoughts

    one strand slipped in two that nettled
    narrowed eyes as my lips said so simple,
    Tu aimes les femmes qui es noire ?
    haze emitted his mouth in sputtered dots

    strands cut across the heavens –
    laid foundation on the ocean’s floor
    two became three and three became four
    his cracked crown seeped into golden-soiled spots

    bridged pieces cut into my sole – petaled
    words offered a prayer as I crumpled

  • Book of Sheba

    April 23, 2025
    Poetry

    I would imagine it to be somewhat of a lie 2 red hot pokers encircle
    the shade that bears strange fruit; 3sandaled feet surmounting titties
    of the highest peak 4as I lay you down to Jezebel your soul did speak
    5beguiled again, by my wisdom and shaft only to be brought up as a
    joke 6sapphires evade your eyes; you journey back to ebony towers
    7resplendent fawn slain in the sun because to be queen is to be slave
    to everyone 8and yes, in the sinews of Erta Ale; if I hack away just
    enough I will find the tip 9of thorns that stimulated the clitoris 10fine
    as brass and smooth as shale; the deepest11noirities as far as Gishen
    could see with hips milted away in blended curves 12and back dimples
    cratered to set the finest brand of tea cups on, 13 launched circa forever
    14ago you always knew the sinuous secrets that would belay my mind
    15just enough to persuade me to 16not eat the apple 17dethrone
    Bael 18spare thee Baptist 19so how did they go from that to bitch 

        
     

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