Dreaming in Black

Tonight I am am dreaming
But it's not a dream it's real.
I am black in America.

I drink wine in dark places
I kiss a black woman.
******* her lips
I want to get it on with her.
Even though she looks like
Every woman I have ever had.

I don't have time to spare.
I am black in America.
Death hides behind every door.
The color gunmetal blue
Explodes like fire.

This minute may be my last.
I know I am hunted
Black and hunted.
In the inner city schoolroom.
Baby black faces
look into my eyes.
They ask about
rough hewn slave boats.
Of peaceful villages
by the sea in the African sun.
Of freedom and equal rights.
Of black heroes.

I try to keep them alive
To pass on in future folklaw.
But I know they are unsure
If they exist in this moment.

I drink wine in dark places
I kiss a black woman
******* her lips
I just want to get it on with her.

My blood is in rage
It's hot and boiling.
Their bloodhounds can smell me.
I inow
I will be safe
If I do what they want.
If I don't slip up.
Make a mistake and
then the gunmetal will shine.
In seedy bar lights.
And it's flash will
have the sharp kiss
of oblivion.

I awaken from the dream.
In a panic.
But it's changed me.
It will not go away.
In my heart
I am still
Black in America

she's all wounds
and scars
chaos in her heart
she's hurricane
and stormy eyes
a broken kind of art

Ordinary people living ordinary life's being complete and happy,




Raging fear builds to anger in ignorant men by will of silent kisses,




Landing reason on anything related to news headlines and horrid religion,




Apple cells send out last messages to those helpless and without power,




Navigate your hand to pistols and pull the trigger, the coward among men,




Death lays at our feet now, not you, but us all in hugging hands,




Ordinary people living ordinary life's being complete and happy?

A guy can make you believe he loves you, when he really doesn't.
A girl can make you believe she doesn't love you, when she really does.

When service alike screams its stupidity at you
That politics aside stream culture as well
With a desire is neither right nor left
That can support theirs in a place such matters resound most
When lure is a condition atrophy has impeded progress there
Only goes to show that one is well intended with sprig.

I'd give you,
The last of whatever's left.
Just to settle,
Your worried heart to rest.

You'd give a call
After I begged for one.
Tumbling eyes and dripping halls,
It's too cruel to cry in the sun.

I'd search this Earth,
To find.
Something, anything to heal,
Your hurt mind.

You'd return my hug
Only after the last lovers grave was dug.

I'd leave that,
Which I wanted most.
Because in the end

That's what love is I suppose.

I wrote a heartfelt poem for you but it wouldn't post
I picked a pretty flower for you but it died
I bought some delicious chocolate for you but I ate it
Basically I just can't do anything for you that you deserve
And that *****