Fear of Pheromones

these

under arm
aspirations

lime drops
left behind

mildewed overnight

trailing a trace
upon edges

for a cat to gently
rub its nose against

revived

by an almost breath
a wisp of a breeze

faint as a feather
floating neverminded.

In the deep dead spit
an afternoon fills with afterthought

like kites sailing

overlooked

as a storm circles

[and we made the attempt to cast aside our most vulnerable
our most useless
we'd watch ourselves slap the water in an effort to swim
showing such a surprise at how much potential we have to recover
temporarily anyway
remembering how we shredded in the wound
but that's only for awhile
turning away is better
as we float, empty, bottomless...]

You would know so much

about the labyrinths
of a dog
tail between her legs

marking her revenge
on cowarded corners

the foulness of a sparrow’s nest
deserted in the creases of a cubicle

a whorl of butterfly faded colored wings
abandoned upon soggy pavements

the murkiness of wet pigeon feathers
ruffling over guilty reason.

Vacation

i’m not packed yet. i never will be. because i decided to start drunk and wonder what i’d look like wondering how i’d look like inswimming trunks i bought a year ago.

BackSpaced

I held a posture
laboring over a precipice:
a page filled with so many planets
verses on the verge of meeting
but they never did
maybe I didn’t lean close enough
afraid of what was there in a millisecond
as they all collapse in a margin.

On a Shit Destiny

As long as I keep quiet
quietly behave
leave unnoticeably stupor
quietly talking to myself
so as no one cares
so as no one feels intimidated
I can continue my deprivation.

As long as I quietly disobey
I can still sing myself asleep
with what is left of me
and still be caught
with the cheapest of moments.

Believing what is imagined
could be felt, proven even
continuing my limitations
as long as I…
I’ll still wake up useless.

Sick!path

I don’t expect directions
they’re useless anyway

as my reference

I’ll have to depend upon
my own voice

tending to my own discrete guilt
swearing back as I hope

nobody’s notice in the clouds
nobody’s thoughts in the darkness

to make it seem better
I’ll imagine a Hero

just so not to remember how much
measured haunts my own stairs

listening too long
becoming so too commonplace

dying while my own shadow is so sucked in
moaning a web of a useful-less view

pigeonholes
to cover my own liars

Limbo

…in the dimness of pitch oil
lamp light
you close your eyes and ask
“Pee-cé mash line?”
“No,” your contender says….after school,
during recess time
plaid skirts twirl on one leg
ribbons, ruddy colored ribbons
dangle from unraveling hair
devoured by the day.

…old women infectiously go to church
curry yellow bonnets
bob to the Lord’s prayer
a cockroach runs down
starched yoked Sunday best dress.

….an island of interruptions
common syllables
sing song accentuations
tourists love to hear.
Undetectable chains
crackling stones
beneath each word.

…lost in the belly
of an eyeless hurricane.
What do you call it
a tropical depression or bliss?
Red eyed cutlasses run amok
chopping off limbs
fallopian tubes and umbilical cords.

…from the wound of explanation
Kaiso, Soca, Tambo-Bambo
hemorrhaging rhythm
awakening the waistline with verse:

Yes! wine resist!
Yes! wine resist!
Whatever trouble!
Come what may!
diaphragms have more memory
than history books.

…the shriveling cries
of premature babies

…limboing
triangular time.