By: Cedric McClester

Pardon me
If I may be so bold,
But doesn’t it feel
Like we’re being rolled?
How many times
Must we be told
NO COLLUSION!
Before it gets old

Almost every
Single day
That tired phrase
We hear him say
He turns it on
And lets it play
Must we give in
And say okay?

As Shakespeare said,
And such
I think that he
Protests too much
To convince his base
Cuz they’re out of touch
NO COLLUSION!
Serves as his crutch

And when
He’s challenged,
It’s fake news
Or another label
He may choose
In a vain effort
To defuse
Anything that give him the blues






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reseved.

when we are in love
we are raw red hearts
bleeding
exposed to the flesh
of the night air
in crisp, sharp breaths
ventricles open wide
as its beats paint
the stars crimson,
skylit rubies
baring all
peeled back touch
of cells like
the muck of our guts
spilled out yet
       somehow contained

My insides are
braided, like veins
pumping life into universes
receiving the tender fire
of your jeweled, earthy words
rising to meet each kiss
like an abulation

I am
boiling cherry broth
in this heat-licked ice
that melts upon the tongue
in salted frenzy,
delightful

Wash over me
Hold me in cupped hands,
                       gently
Take me by the tips of
my soul's hips,
                  firmly
for I am at risk
of being pulled into
the sweeping monsoon
of
     your
forever