Watching the News

Two lungs to swell in the moment
Two hands to ball up or raise
depending how I feel.
Two feet to carry me to the front lines.
Two eyes to witness interesting times.
Two ears to listen for a battle cry
or the storm that’ll carry us all to sea.
Ten fingers to count transgressions.
One heart that pumps.
It’s pumping.

Two watering eyes.
Two ears tuned to the right channel.
Two nostrils flaring like a bull.
One drummer boys heart.
Lips, open! Open up!
It’s me! Do something!
Silence and my heart
slows to a deadly march.


Between First Avenue and Bedford

I’ve been riding this train
for a very long time now,
much longer than the woman
who just got on. While all stand clear,
the doors close, and we
are locked in this silver eel together.
It is two minutes beneath the East
River until the next stop and I feel
the pressure pounding, my ears popping,
and her eyes perusing the train
as if it is her first time. She has goldfish eyes.
They are wide and forgetful eyes. 
Dark and beautifully unforgettable eyes.
This journey will always be new for her.
I think of talking to her, ask her what
book she’s reading. But all my thought
drift upward like hot air, and seep through
the cement and cement to drown, unheard,
in the East River.

As the train arrives at Bedford Avenue,
I am tired and the train lulls me to sleep.
My eye close like a camera lens,
but no photo for memory is saved.
When I wake up, she is gone. But,
I know tomorrow she’ll be back with those
glassy refreshing eyes. God’s most beautiful
anointment, those youthful Goldfish eyes.

How to Forget Your Significant Other

This poem marks the beginning of a new voice. I’m trying new styles and hope you guys enjoy. In this poem I model Bhanu Kapil’s “How To Write A Poem” very loosely. Hope you guys enjoy, don’t forget to like a leave a comment.

First, delete any social media

That they could contact you on.

Because weeks later

When he/she/it still hasn’t contacted you

You will contact said person

Become something new

Maybe a pitbull, pitbulls don’t have relationships.

Start a blog that you hope nobody finds.

Post your blog on your Facebook

Because you’re sad nobody saw that awesome poem

That you wrote for your ex-partner.
Tell your parents to stop liking your blog post,

It’s not helping your self-esteem.

They’ll tell you your writing is great.
But your parents do not know poetry.

Your blog is bad, everyones blog is bad.

Touch a burning lightbulb,

Sew without a thimble cause you

Are that bad ass. Take your coffee black,

Like the next person you will date.

Date a black person, change is good.

But you have never been good with change

So break up with said black person

Not because they’re black but because

You’re not over your ex.
If your now ex black lover attempts to give you

Their still beating heart, eat it like a burger.

You’ve been starving yourself for weeks.
Reactivate all your old social media

Don’t answer any of the new messages.
Eat an entire tub of ice cream,

You’ve been starving yourself for years.