We, lost Africans
left the savanna
to follow the stars
leaving the ground
to stride with arms
down by our sides
to inherit the earth
and dirt of other lands
following the caravan
of sacred elephants
taking off our black
helmets to discover
other atmospheres
learning to breathe
here as well as there
drinking and singing
like blood thirsty
tigers the dangerous
songs of maps drawn
and long forgotten.
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 1:27 AM UTC
possibly too much by myself lately
maybe too long without you
but surely untouched in a way
shaken to my core in dreams
nights barely pass without same
waking dreams wishes horses
thundering past in my head
shaking earth of house inside
where ever this place may be
where ever we still abide together
we stayed here for decades hidden
horses never found us, not here
right now, whatever you are thinking
can be felt inside my bones, here
touch me, feel it, my heart pounds
just as it did before, just as it will
forever
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
I live in Spanish Harlem
Where the red rose grows
In East Side New York City
A place painted by the night sky’s glow
The moon is often dressed in shorts
Showing her bare skin
She takes my breath away
When I sip her paradise sin
I’m taken by her glistening light
As I gaze up on her each day
I trade nothing for it
The life of Spanish Harlem way—
She can be found in Sunshine state
Or even live behind heavens gate
I found not one that burns me in flame
Like the red rose and night moon
That grows and shines in Spanish Harlem
I yearn to see another day
To laugh, dance and play
For life is unique in Spanish Harlem
A place where each night is never the same
Jobiranyc (3/29/2018
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
So long, love,
say gnite honey,
I'll go pull a stump,
so here I am, the field
of night all around me,
crazy, sad and lonely,
what love there was,
like a bee on a rose
buried in the year book
of past attics, you never lost
my shadow because I
never had one beside you,
though you did lose a ring
once, or twice,
you were like a woman
holding mirrors
over the spring, there
are screws
in the window sill
never sunken to hold
a pane, you don't listen
for me in the rain
anymore, you lie yourself
back into the one
you think you love, cruelty,
cruelty, cruelty, that's all
you've ever known, my love.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 6:00 PM UTC
I walked into the freight yard expecting u to be there, but instead
to be cold but instead I found an old maid;
fine older minds stored in electric cases on twin databases
sent to the billions of stars outside our network are
causing the ziplines to fail
sending them down in the stronghold
family of
arcs & acres;
of Satanic beauties; eating through the city like
ed acid; grandparents buried under the sadistic headstone headphones
vineyards
bloom on a crispy California Saturnalia over & over
the original creatures;
she said, I agreed to say tis but Anne on my mind
like the fishbowl filled with rare fish or
golden bowl of organic fruit still life;
love is the still life
caught like a butterfly & burned to the ground somber as a death camp she weakly reached out to my timezone & cared; drama on the subway at midlight, that's when she & the dressed as revolutionary madwomen close in on the soft silent scent of the underground waterway; time is my machine, u know I caught u that light shining at noon & twilight moonscape dreaming for me; her weight that of a naturally blinding
headache; her soul empty as classrooms in the
evening of silent secondary ****** of the old women turned to witches
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Jason, leader of the Argonauts
writes in his log, ‘We have come far
& yet have only found
discarded pieces of her garment
floating on the current as if leading
us on to her lavender abyss;
Asclepius, much like Hart Crane
gaily diving off the side of the ship
fishes her sandal from the waters;
Asclepius sniffing the well worn footwear;
his healing eyes ignite,
‘These surely were worn by the Goddess;
Her foot-odor is all over them’,
the divine doctor says
Stroking the abandoned enchanted instep
Heracles wonders if this is a sign
Or if the doctor simply has a shoe fetish;
Tiresias telling the strongman that
Every fetish has its purpose &
this will reveal the direction her steps have
taken & that it was Prometheus himself
Who gave sheer lingerie to women
To catch the scent & hold men spellbound
After some basic Homeric
conversational one-upmanship
& Socratic back-and-forth,
Tiresias succeeds in convincing Heracles
of the rightness of drooling
Dr. Asclepius’s perverted actions;
The Argonauts are destined for success
By decree of Zeus, father of the gods;
Calliope, a giant who blows the clouds
into shapes & makes the four winds
sing like a boy band; can become
human size whenever she desires
& ****** mortal men w/ her song
I would think right there on the temple floor
on mats softer than any fur,
We are destined to spend 40 nights
as captives of her furious wrestling tiger-women
whose roar is so loud the sound roils
through the vined jungle and across the tops
of the darkest trees and every living
creature goes into a heat and goes to ground
To mate driven lustily insane by
the unearthly screams,
and just then growls rang out
Her blood boiling hot,
No one had ever come so near,
it was as if a fight to the death was on,
but no death seemed clear
Of all the heroes on the Argos
Only one truly worried; Calliope's
own son would have to endure
witnessing yet again his mother
****** his shipmates; the muse
of epic poetry inspiring love visions
in their heads, meaning Orpheus,
greatest poet & musician
of the ancient world would have to yet
again wield the eternally
perfectly tuned lyre given him
by his muse-mother's master,
sun god Apollo for just this cause;
Another painful reminder that his mother
was a **** who molested him
when he was but a singing child;
she had taught him the ways
of poetry & music but
at the price of his sympathy & as if
embracing the death of love, it would
be Orpheus' task to yet
again bewitch his own mother
Intrigued, Calliope bursting mortal
chains asunder grows into who knows how tall
Only to dissolve from sight
into a swarm of sea creatures;
Calliope, beloved mother of Orpheus
casting bones as the ship goes over the edge of the world;
As if from two separate points of view
the hero embarks on his Quest for the majestic crone,
Only to find his ship navigating through
Amazon territory (so Freudian, so Jungian)
where he searches for the temple of the mythic mystic female;
Every legendary goddess has heard of him
From still-more ancient legends
known only to them; the hero whose name
is as yet unknown goes to the prow of his ship,
at long last seeing her white mountains
& following her thunder
By Medusa & Johnny Noir
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
What could come next on this life-or-death quest;
femmefatales around every corner & turn;
‘Delicious,’ thinks Medea, staying below
in the hold; only one Hero need be
willing to offer himself for sacrifice. . . .
but which; Asclepius, Heracles, Orpheus,
Argus, Tiresias, Theseus or perhaps
even Jason himself
Medusa, a ravenous wild thing, smells invasion
‘This spoils my plans & it stops here and now,’
Ever the rebel she'd been planning a new temple,
Unknown & in secret to be dedicated to nature;
for so long viperous and royally maddened,
now at midnight she hears the mystical lyre,
one string or one thousand, playing near;
Medusa feeling molten, suddenly must stop
gyrating on drunken satyrs’ laps as they throw
Leaves & make it rain on every nymph
throughout her dripping wet forest playground
lying down, she calls for her helpful maidens
Who sweetly rub her from temples to toes
With Nectar of Tiger’s **** and Librium,
which causes true disaster, her legs shuddering,
Her body quakes; the earth itself erupting
with quivering pulsations; the heroes knowing
Well what this all means as all has been
foretold on the ancient stone tablet;
For now though, the heroes of the Argo have
yet to encounter Calliope & the other
nefarious goddesses of her retinue; Muses,
fairies, furies, harpies, nymphs, queens, witches, etc....
by Medusa & Johnny Noir
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC
i despise
what I’ve done with
this meat prison i’m trapped in
fat collected everywhere
sides, arms, and legs
like pools of self-hatred
i want to tear and rend
cut the fat off this body
until i don’t look horrible
but i’m too cowardly
to feel real pain
i have tried
to throw the food out
after it was already consumed
but that never worked
i’m even a failure
at destroying my body
i am not soft
i am not cute
i am horrific
body so fat
and so ugly
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 6:58 PM UTC
I was in the forest
it was dark
i can’t see nothing
I only feel the grass under my feet
I was alone , weak and afraid of the darknest
but suddenly I saw a light,
it was very bright,
brighter than the sun,
and warmer than the sun
I was getting closer and closer to the light
feeling it warming me up,
it was a very pleasant feeling,
a feeling that opened my heart again
the light has not enlightened the dark forest,
but filled my heart with this light
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 6:48 PM UTC
once I traveled to
the
beginning
of time
to watch everything be born
then I traveled to the end of
time & watched
everything die
I missed
what went on
between but I have
the strongest feeling I haven't missed anything
May 11, 2018
May 11, 2018 at 1:25 AM UTC