Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Whitish Black Coffee On First Street

If you only told me then
how her life affects me now.

I'd have painted feathers on my purse long ago,
I would have saved every polyester button up,
every clip on ear costume.

I am sorry, Virginia.
Your legend lives in every part of my every day.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Fried Birthday Cake and God is Good; or The Thing We Are Not To Name

Let's take the low way,
Edmund Fitzgerald depths.

Eagles, baby deer, rifles cocked, lions den, cracked and black branches.
All these tell me to wait before walking.

The Professors Wife

What she really left was his ego.
I would've left that self-epitheting fool too.
With a son, a product too tall for anyones good.
His harmonica screams look at me.
Look at my educated accent,
Look at my worn out boots,
Look at my book reading.

Look at my wife walking out the door.

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

Jim Crow for Sherrif

I wonder if Mr. Rice was proud,
pleased he danced on the hearts of "freedmen,"
proud he set the first example for Nuremberg,
pleased he danced on the hearts of the hungry.

I feel the Great Migration in my bones,
I see the left over campaigns of the Crow,
I hurt for the children of God that helped raise us all.

Two cheers for the Poor Peoples Campaign,
Twelve hundred sorries for all the bloody Sundays.