sitting squarely
at the roundest table
she wrote
as if her words
would unleash a power
to heal the face
of this Earth
an arsenal
of poetic verbiage
aimed
at disarming weapons waged
against humanity...
phrases waving white flags
across the page
summoning up
courage in us
to come
back to where
the conversation
is!

when
my eyes
without power
or lustre
mourn this rare earth;
mind bleeding thorns
hour after hour...
"Blue Moon
You Send Me"
scrambling to the place
where words mingle
then ****** me up
and
down
til these fingers lie
limp
besides my thoughts' ebbing
tide; listen
i need...
to write the tale;
blood racing; nostrils
wide width
language all ablaze!

some say they are
only for colored girls
who are
some shade of black
for the wooly-haired gals
who know how to dance
and sing blues
or for those hair-dooed
down sistahs with gold
up the wah-zoo

but these poems
cross over
lines turn from black
to rainbow
each color part
of the whole white band