in search of
helicopters
the river bloats from her
meal enfolding the moon as she floats
while too kind the wind
takes back soundless kisses floating
all the pets are
safe so are penguins & turtles
too
so who fends off the
night? girls in apple bottoms floating
replayed reels quick
time alone I’m fettered by it all
yore feeds the
television’s ruse my unease is floating
we looters we
refugees we insane we’ll oblige for that
fix
we so handily coined by
polls & tricks don’t float
on the fourth
day the musk of failure curdles in domes
Icarus James shoots the
sky w/ a 38 take notice of his manhood floating
a mayor
delayed in homily echoing wrongs
does minor deeds
when yellow buses make
like Tonka toys tumbling floating
we mothers we
daughters we aunties sopped in our monthly tinge
cozened by the
roadblocks left harrowed left floating
then our heads pummel
while helicopter blades slice into trails
then there are bullets
veiling state lines who can save us from floating?
not enough hands to
monitor a child’s fresh grave
aerials of sand east
disarrayed w/ kith see? he’s floating
badges & bills will evade
jetsam to lighten the hue on dry
the airlessness of
distress flags are hidden by hoax yet floating
Miss Summer
had to be the quickest
funeral in the black history of mankind.
baby bloo sheen. thin.
silk taffeta sheer.
semi gloss linen dolly
ruffle. suppose to be
more of a final attire
than nightgown.
oak varnished mauve finished coffin
fit for a landlady.
Vargas family was in
attendance. so were the Scotts.
the Jowers. Whistle
the maaaiiiil man.
Sugar Daddy the number
hole runner.
they all played Miss
Summer’s jackpot numericals
early this morning.
straight y
combo.
combo y reeeecto
displaced. dispositioned
steel wool. matted curls para corn cobs afro peluca.
left no shimmer to small
skull of former seamtress.
proud smoker of a Kool
pak o dos.
oooooocccccasional loud
mouther.
frequent flyer audio
tabloid disc jockey.
it had to be the quickest
funeral en la historia de negro de humanidad.
cuarenta y cinco minutos
flat.
reverend didn’t accused
anyone
of going to Hell if they
didn’t give their souls to Jesus.
miss mackey didn’t
comment on no one’s hair.
no one commented on the
speediness of the sermon.
cotton swabbed pasta de
cara. two grains darker.
replicate home video
make-up artistry
cheeks droop to gravity’s
laws.
flat foot patent black
slippers leather
tom and peep
under night gown
woman don’t look like she
did.
she should be wearing
her glasses
I always saw her with
her eyeglasses…
