beautiful criticism

I saw a coat rack in a college classroom today,
“What a silly thing to put in” I say.
Don’t you know the students won’t budge?
They say it’s easier to drape your coat,
onto a seat.
And if it falls or- if it is forgotten,
Well that’s a punishment they graciously keep.
The force of social embarrassment-
To get up and hang a coat.
Meets the same criteria,
When someone goes to vote.

I went back to smashing the incarcerated macadamia nut with my carefully picked tool.

Mwamba, the rock.

The scientific method of trial and error brought me to this conclusion:

Step 1: I started with throwing the nuts against the floor.

            Result: absolutely nothing happened.

Step 2: I tried cutting the shell with the biggest knife I could find.

          Result: no luck.

Step 3: I grabbed a cooking pan in hopes of breaking the shell.

        Result: The only thing that broke was the pan.

                      It fell to the floor and the handle remained in my hand.

I scanned the nut but it was upsettingly intact.

The kitchen counter was the one with a crack.

Step 4: Go outside, these nuts are dangerous.

          Result: I found a rock.

Come,

“Kuja” Shannon “Kuja”

the tiny bare feet stomped against the linoleum floor

his hand grabbed the door frame and he carefully waddled down the steps.

Shannon hugged my thigh and I got to catch a glimpse of his ethereal eyes

“here Shannon, try it, it’s a sweet, its nzuri.

He shook his head and pressed his lips together. “mmmm- no.”

“Shannon, nzuri, its good.” I smiled.

Then proceeded to roll my eyes, and eat the raw macadamia nut in front of him.

on a slush disturbed day
the Mountain-Dew bottle hurled buoyantly but flawlessly
towards the intersection of Niagara Falls Blvd.
boastfully rolling courageously towards the broth colored Toyota Sienna.
you could almost see a tear come down my eye
as I watched the carcass catapult backwards, back towards the sidewalk.
I witnessed the recyclable tip, gently kiss the back tire.
but lawful scientific rejection
discarded the plastic into a different lane
called oncoming traffic.

Deserting the deserving
Guilt has fallen on me.
To mend the broken grains
God please send the rain.
Myopia my Utopia
See near- see close- see two
But distance, oh so fleeting
There once was me and you

• She folded her hands together and brought them towards her head. So that when you look straight, directly at her, you cannot see a part of her face.

In an instant, the problem you formulated  in your brain drizzles down your cheek, and disappears in the abyss of laughter;

at your professor who is smiling without a nose.

 

Dear Suzie B.
You complete: she
Bash your chain
into the dusty grave.
Cast your vote
before the self, gloats.
He called you indecent,
she called you the free-aunt.
With your candy filled Alligator bag
thrown against your back like a hag,
ride off on your white horse.
City to city its strength grows.

a tinker once tapped into a clock so deep
a knock and a click- tic. tic. tic.
stealthy hands they reached for the end-
only to begin again
his feet unwind and ring on time
they tap at the step of a heart and a beat
always expecting another face to breathe
maybe today, he will wake.
but he slept-
with the pattern of time in his head

Twinkle toes

boats with doe’s

happy feet

watching the city below me weep

flocks of cars

I’m only impressed with transportation to mars

tripping to Venus

inside a forensic Mercedes with a group of hippies

Start to run on broken lumber

that has fallen from the structure

of the burning house.

Jump onto one that snaps in half

and grab another piece, just in time.

Swinging and running through the falling thoughts.

careful not to step on the ground, and LOSE the game of carpet lava.

But I can’t leave the house-

Something so mesmerizing and sweet in the air,

a monotonous smell that I search for

every time my mind visits there.

Mama,

Papa,

take me home.

The fire is back, but I am still cold.

come walk with me
My toes step on cold
square cut
rocks
unevenly laid on the frigid dirt path
sprouting out from the cracks
skinny green vines attack for attention
their presence chills my bones
and your toes touch the center of every third square
Right there
that focus you have
One, two,
touch three
Look up,
not too far, just move your head slightly around the path.
you see the beautiful earth laid with a blanket of wicked greens
There is a border on your left and on your right;
Two cold lines that keep you from nature’s strife
One more step on to the in between
sinking each toe into the wet bristles but the heels grounded in cement
hands reach for the soft dirt
your knee strikes a patch of moss
slowly we sink to the intricate ground
brush your fingers and hands into the easy ripped hair
Close your eyes
and really feel the heartbeat of the wind
but only for a second
press your head into the roots
smell the fumes the tree produces for hours
while growing an inch in front of you
It waves its glorious branches in ones face
taunting and teasing your blood flow to race
Look up 

a little more

in the distance your gaze reaches an angry stone wall
Now how can stones be angry?
carelessness can be a virtue-
Quickly they built the wall, throwing the bricks
cussing the storm that hired them all-
one brick lands on a finger and the ladder falls and hugs the grass
there is the end to the wall
the uneven layers of cement form a crown around it all
with no gate
and no time
the ladder is far behind
Come walk with me dear solider
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