and of all that i gave

to you: my eyes

is it better(?) still that i can not
look at you

i fear that even if i was to/want to
take them back

they would not fit.

how long will I stay

one step below, behind?

I slides

my eyes sideways

and whispers:

"Try to find an easy way to step across a cliff".

but I saw mySelf falling

down.Down

there was no stepping, stone, or highway.

I closed

my eyes and

willed mySelf to try another way of
seeing.

the wind, I hears.

 but you? how could I not

reach to open.  but then I paused and thought:

again??

i started down thirteen

black. white

black. white.

an awkward stare to the right

STOP:

• fingers holding. crooked one, two
• lips sucking, blowing

and with a flick I was put out.
to bounce in air, around

never to touch

ground

dust to dust.

reading Dante's Inferno

i


...lost the urge, too.
(defend, mend)
this broken bread must be eaten.
the dogs are hungry and if we do not,
they will. and who wants to? live 
(with regret)
NO! hurry on and down.
dont look back 
twice he can turn you. 
frozen salt and ice 
burns.
forget those who sing such pretty lulla
LIEs
at night. say goodBIEs 
with the closing of 
eyes, how long? can one fight to...
(stay, awake)

love: an opportunity continuously missed)

you use age to
seperate so similar

lives

lose

the familiar

run!  freeze

feeling

look past 

figments of

 imagination underneath these things,

I AM.

come: take a chance at...

you 

are: walking past -fast.

a gray sky overcast,

brightens

at chanced glance

in a crowded mass

a gray sky overcast,

brightened.

at a chanced glance

past:

smoke, glass,  mirrors.

3.2.10/5.11.10

i want so much to

believe.

so i take off my clothes, look into mirror and
reach out to touch
someone i do not know.


when i was 6 i was reaching up
and i swear that i would fly.
until they turned around they said get your head out
of the clouds and your feet back on
the ground
i grew taller.
and my skin clearer.
but not my sight
these eyes still smell
fear.
in everyone and in everything around.

expose d

 nicely tied up

by old shoe strings 

left out 

to dry after

a rainy 

night you tried

to cut me

down

im not quite sure

what happened?
im not quite sure.. but they said it
would and they unknown always seem to know.

ive been having troubles.

this is for A

look back into rear view mirror  and with a slight shake of the head:

one cannot quickly displace the sight of an 

odd old black woman 

dressed in red 

with yellow flowers in her hair  

a white sheet from someones laundry 

tied around her neck  and it was

billowing,

she only comes out when its nice to parade up and down her catwalk: 

holton  street.  

she was a sigh

she was a sight

to see

deer friend caught in  the headlights of passing cars,

i am you and you are me

loo king 

for answers in the dark

and when

you bend over to retrieve what you thought you have lost

you realize

you're getting older and your head's not with your heart.

see, I'm disconnected to some years ago. back when we were just. 

fifteen years old. getting picked up and getting kicked out. 

 can you take me home.

take me home.

look back into rear view mirror  and with a slight shake of the head: one cannot quickly displace the sight of an odd old black woman 

dressed in red with yellow flowers in her hair  a white sheet from someones laundry tied around her neck  and it was billowing, she only comes out when its nice to parade up and down her catwalk: holton  street.  

she was a sigh

he was a sight

you were a sigh 

we are a sight

to see