gallery of
the grievers
ween afar
in plane
to propel
the dance
yet triple
in wings
that triage
Mekong dry-cleaner
those drastic
maitres'd the
guns of
Queen Village
noise plays
guitar in
Market Square

Where did they come from ?
I seem to have a lot of them
It’s a lot of poverty where I’m from
First love cheated so probably started one of them

I’m black, Haitian to be precise
African roots, mwen pale kreyol, my mothers tongue;
Mais je peux ecrire la lange de mes maitres;
I learned to compose poetry to ****** my first love.

I lie just as much as the next man
mon amour ne me dit pas que tu m’aimes.
I’m realizing I’m really toxic now
But I care more than the next man;


Show me you love me don’t just say it
I love myself so I love you too.