missed opportunity
to touch (a jazz)
bigger than life
fire making beauty.

smoked charcoal
licking my lips
satisfaction of adam
removing one of his ribs.

in order to possess
his life’s purpose
a place to rest, (take
refuge) in the garden.

three burner
vanilla ice stripes
in the eyebrow and
side burns.

i always wanted you.

i just couldn’t find you.

(confused) in suburbia.

she sits east of brooklyn
cookin my favorite phrases
completing a soul
three times deranged.

track star porcelain coated
cast iron (gridlock)
city street breakers
beastie’s hip hop.

knowledge of all elements
not earth wind and fire
but cardboard boom box
mic and krylon.

top-rockin electric boogie
moonwalk body poppin
footwork (headspin) favorite
move is still—the microphone.

mike the poeT will tell you
everything about my city
jack hammers scaffolding
the things i saw on tv.

raised on special ed’s
flat bush avenue
“haven’t you” (been down) before
my dream of you before.

three bars dip drawers grind
raw meat seared to perfection
ain’t nothing like salt & pepa’s
expression.

built-in gauge reads
too hot we’re steaming
sprinkling the meat
with colorful seasonings.

it’s father’s day and i got me
a tight grill on the deck
fulfilled dreams the smoke
hits my neck

visions of you
your scent (rests) in
our childhood
based on keith sweat.

i’ll give all my love to you
in the rain
make it hot rob
base and dj ez rock’s

joy and pain.

slick rick gave us
teenage love
coltrane blessed (us) with
the maturity we speak of.

as i
wave my hands in the air
i know
that you’re there.