this drum

 i have silence as partner
the sound of sun through summer sky
the desert's flute, the ocean's diorama.

come hear the dying heart jack
its beat frenetic and longing
for a rest. tension mounts attacks
heated as solder under iron rings.

i want the flow but i have a thing in mind i want to do. luche libra not for me because i haven't written anything in so long, no daily , no mournful stare into the button of the belly. so yeah, that kind of pressure is not conducive to a really good rant. i had a title for the thing i wanted to say about politics today but i lost it in the tequila.


i just spent three days listening to women
who said no. not my experience not my kin
i never ran into that kind of man...

 i've worn the skirts of dale mabry, streaked on suitcase city's eyeshadow, stumbled around in ybor's stillettoes, painted my lips Soho red but i never sold my body. if you buy me dinner i won't fuck you was the creed of the date. every time i broke it, i broke it for my pleasure, which it seldom was. i fucked you because i wanted to. except that one time you came on my tits. i was so drunk and you just hadda get off. i even fucked you again. a different date. no attraction. it was mutual, not rape. the first time was just sad.\. ok, listen men have needs. if you go with them to certain point, then leave them there, they may snap. it depends on the kind of guy you're with . but seriously men, you gonna hit woman upside the head because she won't give you her number when you cat- called her on the street? you gonna throw acid on her because she she turned down your proposal? get a fuckin grip.


































IPPOI


unbroken sonnet #1

if a thirteen year old girl's raped
and let's not banter let's mean
 sex,  forced/  taken down by the nape
 animal to master. she screams

to no avail, no sign from god
to save her. say she's knocked up
in texas maybe,and she's got
spirit in her but life's locked up

and she wants to keep the baby
or put it up for adoption
or sell it on ebay maybe
surely she should  have the option?

because when one so young's thus blessed
she'll need  help cleaning up the mess.\\\












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so we cruise these warm streets me n jack
in west tampa, past the luna bar where homies
and bangers hang outside waiting for the doors to open.
yea, they could open earlier, but they ain't gonna.
this is strictly a drinkin establishment. beer thirty
begins at six. the key is trying to look
like winter's pinks, all fadey but glittery
like christmas didn't wipe its butt.
there have been so many things, jack, i wanted
to show you in this city after you died.
the cigar factories throw brick frames against
relentless sun. inside its stuffy, but not stifling.
the bar owner's swishing ast nights
ashtrys in the ar back
thi is drinking and smoking establishemnt.

many kinds of blends smoked here.
not a hookah joint. not.


despite the morcheeba.
and my eyes declining the open position.

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