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Mutulu Kafele Oct 2014
Someone stole the last piece of my turkey sandwich.
I bet the ******* put some pepper on it.
I hope it was pepper from that
***** *** pepper-shaker that is no longer see-through.
That ******* 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 *******!
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 ******* 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 *******.
To honor him, when I get home
I am going to smoke his ****,
**** his girlfriend and take his ****.
Ding! 2012 Montrose Rock Revel
RIP Jeff Hunter
Copyright 2012.
2.0k · Aug 2011
Timeout Kid
Mutulu Kafele Aug 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
2.0k · Oct 2014
Renter's Insurance
Mutulu Kafele Oct 2014
I turned the corner to see Sunshine and Crystal
Breaking into my efficiency.
Crystal’s legs and *** 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
1.7k · Mar 2012
A Baker's ex-Wife
Mutulu Kafele Mar 2012
A Baker's ex-wife ran out of cake
so she gave head for some bread.
1.2k · Oct 2014
Sun Bathing
Mutulu Kafele Oct 2014
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
1.2k · Oct 2014
He Had a Heart
Mutulu Kafele Oct 2014
the perimeter remains
a puzzle
without its centerpiece.
as at rest
as an
open beat.
a fist full of meat.
a trophy
of
atrophy.
The Cognitive Reconnaissance Collective 2010
"the dive bard collection"
995 · Nov 2010
Playing Spades
Mutulu Kafele Nov 2010
A pack of them.
Light reflecting off of the black of them.
Might have missed my smile,
I was seated to the backs of them.

No reniggs.
No cuts.
I have nothing but two hands
of snaps for them.

If there was a mic,
I would rap for them.
But,
tonight is jazz night.
So,
I tip the band extra
then
toe tap for them.
Mine, c.r.c. , 2010
913 · Feb 2015
"Dropped It" Jazz
Mutulu Kafele Feb 2015
I Wrote her a love letter but she dropped it.
No money for the metro so we hopped it.
No money for the petro so I hocked a loogie
Then pawnshop hocked it:
Spitting that sick **** for profit.
We sat prostrate in front of our profit, then,
With her wet wig at the end of my mop-stick.
Check her prospects, then, blurry her optics.
We fly out in a flurry of topics.
I'm the nit-wit in her twit-pics:
The photo-bomber.
But she stopped its clock-ticks when she cropped it.
I should have told her,
I'm so fly she would die in my ****-pit.
And the Black Box is,
The love letter in her back pocket but she dropped it.
The ******* Wind (~Mk.) Notsuoh Poetry Night. Houston, Tx.
643 · Aug 2011
Hitting the Green
Mutulu Kafele Aug 2011
hitting the green
makes me want to watch the blue
twist baby twist
so slow they think you are a *****.
but I have watched you all day.
and know that you  get *****
A Day in the Life of A Day, The C.R.C.,2011
623 · Jan 2012
High Cool Haiku #2
Mutulu Kafele Jan 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
593 · Nov 2010
a Now (i.1)
Mutulu Kafele Nov 2010
i have seen
some pull
an extraordinary weight
just to seem
simple.
What Now, C. R. C., 2010
515 · Feb 2015
"Snake Eyes" Jazz
Mutulu Kafele Feb 2015
She said
if I made her eyes
roll-out the back of her head
I could use them to play dice.
Well, I did.
But, I rolled a snake-eyes,
twice.
The ******* Wind (~Mk.) Notsuoh Poetry Night. Houston, Tx.
491 · Jan 2012
Hand & Heart
Mutulu Kafele Jan 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

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