Poetry Review
Straight to hell
i have never seen such a perfect v line,
such a perfect neckline
that plunges straight down
down to her heavenly parts,
her wonderous parts that tempt me;
tempt me to lust, to imagine, to desire
to admire all that she has,
all that she possesses
i am able to see
oh that v, that trechuous damn v
is a path leading straight to hell.
Snakes on a plane
Who the freck put snakes on a plane…
how frecking insane.
And not no ordinary ass snakes either:
But them big ass snakes with fangs and teeth. Frigging hell!
But that aint shit, these frigging snakes don’t just bite ya, they does spit on ya.
I mean that hawking, sticky, slimey type spit that does blind ya. Shiiiiiit-.
Ya know this nigga was scared out of his mind in the show right?
Man, I had Galleria for ma self; hollering.
A true wuss.
But that aint no thing, at least I was brave enough to watch the rest of the movie.
Man, it seemed as if they had every damn snake in the world on that plane,
Aint that the shit!
I mean there was absolutely no hint of escape.
No salvation for that lone black man.
where was God in this plan.
Poor Samuel. How he suppose to be superman without his cape: his gun.
But then again, Samuel did look angelic…if you squint ya eyes and ignored the cussing.
Man, even the mile high club couple got bitten,
As they stripped and sucked on each other, fuck on each other.
I know they aint ga do that shit again, nasty ass buggas.
White people always doing fart.
Then there was that ass who got his watnots bitten while he was pissing.
(laughing) the snake wanted to give a blow job he would remember for a life time.
Dang, that must have been painful. My ma always told me to look before ya go.
But shiiiiit. Who the hell puts snake on a frecking plane
gad dang, that’s frickign insane…
Morning Dew
She reminds me of morning dew:
Clean, crisp, thick with a kalidascope of essences.
So much richness that I have difficulty breathing around her.
Caribbean Woman Speaks
She speaks with a creoled tongue:
heavy, thick with rapturous vibrations.
She speaks with a bewitching cry:
a melodious pulse promising
bird pepper passion and pimento spiced ecstasy.
She speaks with a Caribbean accent:
a West Indian twang that hints the experience
of scorching sun, sandy beaches and cassava cakes.
She speaks with an island drawl, intoxicating to the ear,
soothing to the perpetual soul.
She speaks as if joy is within her heart; as if curry flavors her core
as if a carnival celebration is a constant in her life.
She speaks as if she is excited: excited about being island,
energized to be from the Caribbean.
And The Preist Them Came
They came in our lives promising us salvation,
Promising us revelation, a better life without tribulation.
They told us about a One High God, an Almighty being,
whom we must worship and serve in order to live again.
We were transfigured,
and subsequently accepted the faith;
Not knowing that we would have to be their servants
In order to serve their God!
Who Will Cry For Haiti
and wait for Haiti to help itself.
Learning about the environment
She intended to educate me
About the environment,
The science of it,
The objective of it,
How we survive, effect
And thrive within it.
-However, all I can see
And think about are her breasts.
How they full and stretch her shirt,
How they spill out and jiggle
How they tease and taunt me
How her breasts seem to want me to touch:
Oh God, how I want to touch.
