Thursday, April 26, 2012

Meat

a woman was grieving over her lost cat 
thats when she met him 
the garlic was first on the purchasing lists
the lone cub
high ceilings
Her Majesty 
Her Love
Time is a moving image
running the pages on fingertips
so immediate
direct. love. 
Stonewalled by mine. 
If we could only prostrate. 
The shelving is key. 
To sustain such movement. 
Bedcast on the island. 
humbling to find 
the universe
under your nose
waiting for you to call her, 
and her, and her. 

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Colors


I dont want to be color blind I love color and pay it mind, 
coffee my fingers on its grind 
and make it hustle like desire. 
I know about color and color knows about me.


I sleep inside every shade. Mother its every contour
and die before every stroke.
Color is my revenge against wearing a handicap.
Against the discrimination of my father.  

U ask me to be polite
ignore the contrast of attributes 
and move on with my life in black and white
but I carry no veil
I see color, I dont see your silence to polarities 
I a m everywhere in between 
with everyone ever seen

bountiful colors
graphed in texture and joy
brilliance and blood memory
all poured in the melting pot of hearts
colors
that i place no judgment upon. 

If I Could Leave...

if I could leave the country today, I'd go to where people smile at their misfortune.
To where the doors stays open for the beggar and the thief,
the paper man or the bread man,
To where they wake before sunrise, sweep your sins into heaven
and commence the days work.
I'd go to where people listen to announcements.
To where tea and coffee is warmed over wood fire.
To where the updates are brought by the birds, the wind, the sky,
the stories of people simply stopping by to take a rest, before they
take off to whatever servitude they must attend to.
I'd go to where daughters live with their grandmothers and
sons go to work with their fathers.
To where men drop what they are holding to help push a car,
To where children sit on laps of strangers when the bus is too packed,
To where everyone grows old with war, and young with resilience.
If i could leave the country today, i'd leave to where women are modest and trust their men,
To where men are honest and trust their women.
I'd go to where the contradictions of society are unknown to me,
so that i can feel
like i left somewhere
and arrived somewhere new,
just like that day i barely remember
where we left home to come to Canada.
Or that other day I barely remember,
the day I was born.