Here is a series of poems that incabated in my purse over the last year. I owe a lot to the ELYSEUM workshop members who helped me with suggestions at Tuesday's workshop. Thanks (Bosco, Jim, Anja, Troy, Emily, and Ben) you all ROCK!

Vespa Love:
I want my Vespa.
Italian made,
Michigan bought,
hauled to California.
I have splendid dreams of cruising
The Great American Highway.
The opposite of flying through
space and time tense
in a wheelie.
It sits neglected in ex-boyfriend’s carport.


In the company of the blessed:
Preachin’ violence and intensity
Righteous judgments flame
Feeding souls supremacy soup.
Hoarse voices crush critical serpents.
A massive wooden cross
acting as a guillotine cutting off cognition.

What the fuck do they want from me?
Full acceptance, unquestioning obedience?
I’m not interested.
Without full acceptance
can there be love or salvation?
If you label me: relatively fuckable on account
of my powers of observation
I’ll give you the finger!
You’ll never get your sinister nails in me.


Seeing the Divine in All:
I find it easier to see God in drunken eyes
than in the power crazed
stare of men like Dick Cheney.

Pink Saturday:
Delirious with lust
I watch from the pool
Warm waters embrace.
Voluptuous, petal flesh
opening to the sun’s glistening touch
Squirming around interested.

All day sunbathing
teasing, bragging,
whining like a cat in heat.
Cocking her head
desire erupting magnetic
dripping honey mango musk
Big nippled breast,
lips ready,
taut belly.
She’s a friend of mine.

Where to start?
I caress her with my wet mouth
Directing chaos, bringing release.
Tasting earthy, sweet, salty
while hands explore silken thighs
flaming a blaze hardly bearable
finding voice,
filling the garden
such sweet sounds of
my satisfied friend.

Blocks:
The condominium complex with high fence
blocking out the neighboring poor struck a nerve.
He lashed out at the girl walking with him.
She was white and privileged;
owning no understanding.
There was no doubt that this block was V.I.P
The block over: The City Projects where people are not relevant.
He found the exclusion ridiculous, like a man sucking his own penis.
Men hunt men these days.
Neighbors cower from their neighbors.
The whole city hustles for survival.
The Earth is drunk, passed out, and barren.
Too many forgotten ancestors he thought, and I’ll be dead too, everyone I see is dead.