Houston, Texas    1982 -   
I host one of the four slots at the lions den of poetry, Notsuoh, 314 Main st. Houston, tx. Come by. Start some shit.
I host one of the four slots at the lions den of poetry, Notsuoh, 314 Main st. Houston, tx. Come by. Start some shit.
Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
3 days ago

I turned the corner to see Sunshine and Crystal
Breaking into my efficiency.
Crystal’s legs and ass were hanging out of the window.
Sunny was already in.
Both barely had anything on.
Both thought I was asleep and wanted me on their own;
So bad that they teamed up.
Time's touch of roughness and
A hot mess of radiance;
Treating my house as if it were my heart.

The Cognitive Reconnaissance Collective 2011
#love   #dream   #drugs   #sleep   #bed   #window   #sex   #naked   #neighbor   #apartment  
Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
5 days ago      5 days ago

Her voice would cleanse me, but
Her voice-mail popped every last
Bubble in the bath water.
Her phone rang and rang.
Wringing me out.
Leaving each ring
In the bathtub.
-
I thought you were still in the shower
but I found you in the sunlight that the patio keeps.
I missed the tightening of your skin as it dried.
Then it loosened you in its warmth just to
Show me the sweat beading. Growing wherever
Like seeds let go from the wind; held no longer
Than they should have been.
-
It was a careless orchard.
Rowed haphazardly.
The organics of now
Fruitful and ripe
But only for that moment.

The Cognitive Reconnaissance Collective, 2014
#love   #sun   #hope   #sweat   #fuck   #free   #naked   #spirit   #blah   #clean  

Someone stole the last piece of my turkey sandwich.
I bet the motherfucker put some pepper on it.
I hope it was pepper from that
dirty ass pepper-shaker that is no longer see-through.
That bastard left me with one poker-chip pickle slice and
Those pieces of potato chips that you
Have to spear with a fingertip to eat.
That son-of-a-bitch!
I am sure he put mustard on that last piece of turkey sandwich;
In that delicate delicatessen squiggly pattern that is all in the wrist.
-And, speaking of wrist, that jerkoff forged my signature perfectly.
He even put another Lone Star bottle on my tab then
Neatly arranged the bottle caps next to four toothpicks.
That suave motherfucker.
To honor him, when I get home
I am going to smoke his weed,
Fuck his girlfriend and take his shit.

Ding! 2012 Montrose Rock Revel
RIP Jeff Hunter
Copyright 2012.
#love   #poetry   #hate   #soul   #bar   #beer   #weed   #sandwich   #pub   #pepper  
Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
Mar 25, 2012

A Baker's ex-wife ran out of cake
so she gave head for some bread.

Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
Jan 5, 2012

Pinch. Crackle-burn. Crack.
Creep-catch. Fire:Wind, who know
you two were good friends.

A Day in the Life of A Day..., The C.R.C. 2012
Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
Jan 5, 2012

WHEN YOU when you
hold MY my hand
MY my heart
wants TO to  
BEAT beat you

Mk.

Dumb Dumb, The Cognitive Reconnaissance Collective, 2012
Mutulu Kafele
Mutulu Kafele
Aug 26, 2011

The canopy
was a kid's collage
of finger paints
on fathers old night shirt.
While the day dries
he will take a nap.

A Day in the Life of A Day, The C.R.C.,2011
 
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