Only the sweetest poem for you

And everyday.

I stare, and everyday.

Type away, and everyday.

Think too hard, and everyday.

And everyday. Everyday.

racialicious:

Racialicious MiniTape Bonus Track: So grooving to TheeSatisfaction’s “QueenS,” and soooo loving the vid, which marks writer dream hampton’s debut in that role.  

Please- let me pick up your

(plucked eyebrows and dandruff flakes)

Fallen pieces. 

I don’t preach like Jesus, I dance for love

I extend my toes and roll my shoulder blades

To inspire devotion. While spreading my gospel,

Passerbys regurgitate wikipedia articles about

Schizophrenia to their children, promising to

Protect them from my lunacy.

◦◯◦

Yea I bathe in the light of the moon and

Heed its call to move naked through the swaying grass

And if you surrender I can take you past the

Glowing orb, through the Milky Way where stars

Will incinerate our bodies and let our minds roam free.

Barefoot

Hot slabs of sidewalk can’t burn my calloused feet

Barefoot blisters don’t – won’t – slow my strut

Because when I walk I whistle and from my hip

I drop seeds. Seeds that sprout fleshy fruit to feed the masses.

◦ • ◦

In my heart a mad cat screams and jumps from ventricle

To atria, restless and contained. Its movements keep

The undulating beat of bare chest that modulates brain waves

Inspiring swirling paisley patterns projected on resting eyelids.

◦ • ◦

Even as I sit behind this desk I know my body can move

Through windows and walls and while you’re talking to me,

I’m exploring and eating freshly dropped walnuts and

Stealing beer from gas stations to drink in the park.  

Just A Band - Huff + Puff

thanks to:

http://www.racialicious.com/2012/04/06/the-friday-minitape-4-6-12-edition/

you can buy it here:

http://justaband.bandcamp.com/

Radiohead morning

Wanderer

I form crystalline

shapes as my hands run over

the smooth cold walls of

this cave and in each

footprint a thistle plant with

spiked red flower springs.

Feathers

Hope is a thing of feathers and my hope flies. It swoops down and lands on my shoulder and nuzzles my ear when I need it and when I’m okay its feathers lift it away so that it can visit other people. Sometimes, hope is also patience and patience has long thick fur that my fingers dive into and getting lost in the fibrous forest calms my brain. And I breath… .

I want to give you my fingernail clippings so that you can see what my body has accomplished, how much I’ve grown. But I know from experience that this is a gift few want to receive, so instead I give you my heart, which isn’t nearly as interesting because its too busy beating to hear what you say. I make designs on the shower wall with your hair from the drain and this helps to distract me from the world outside this bathroom… house… city… country…

One down hope feather hangs suspended but an inhale sucks it quickly up my nose. It makes my mind tingle purple and fills my lungs with warm orange clouds that rain beads of hope out my mouth. Hope rivers run from my eyes and hope snow flutters out my ears, each hope snowflake unlike any that came before. And patiently I let myself be drained and melt into the floor.

Blank Page

once, I walked past an ant colony

carrying away the delicate corpse

of a preying mantis,                        and I didn’t

feel like I expected. I felt relieved,

almost joyous, but my brother,

he cried.                                          then I thought that I

might be a sociopath. (this was

before I learned not to accept

all my thoughts,                               but to always

trust my feelings). and while

others write words of hate and

frustration,                                    there is nothing I

love more than a blank page,

eternity and infinite possibilities.

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March 6

Some days just aren’t meant for swimming

And even though you might not expect it,

Despite the Florida heat, I am often secretly

Wearing my long johns underneath my jeans.

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