poetry dump (pieces from 2018/2019)
Pony Express
Every letter he mailed to her from Chicago to South Carolina had the scent of a million towns and parishes; places his words passed through but where he would never visit. A smudged fingerprint had been engrained into the bottom left corner, possibly a hint of lavender from the southern shores of Virginia. By the time his notes reached her there would be aromatic anarchy — something that would surely overwhelm a woman of more delicate tendencies, but Jessie brought the envelop to the tip of her red dust tinged nose. She knew who it was from before even reading the return address. The intoxicating mix of his musk and workers cologne had embedded itself deep into the fibers of the rough paper. She held it in her hands, as gentle as if she were holding God herself. Her fingertips traced the imprint of his name. Henry.
Roti and Doubles
I could’ve sworn the sun was shining this morning
it filled up my bedroom
and danced across my bed
it lit up my windowsills
and gave life to green things
but then around 1:00 I began to feel bound
and the clouds crept in
and the sky grew gray with the memories of
last days
and good byes
and emancipated souls
Aquarius Man
sometimes I let my mind wander
let it create realities and tell myself
what it would be like if
you’d never lost a battle
nor rode a pyre into the sunset
on a cold February night.
but then I remind myself
life isn’t the blank page they tell you it is
and sometimes memories don’t have color
and their scents die away
and then I forget the ash staining my funeral dress.
breeze
I have a longing for the scent of sun warming earth
for stillness and songbirds
for mellow, mellow beats
for brown skin and white palms to bask in solar comfort
for echos from the chambers of precious memories
for waves
for wings
I long
for guitar cries
for unity
for flair
for fairs
for long legs kissed my lips or breezes
I long for the bright orange I see when I close my eyes and bask in the suns glorious glow
for deep breaths and expanding rib cages