August 23rd, 2022 #21

pullin up to life late,

I have to wear it in silk.

there’s too much of me

to be run

(the way)

by / dick.shunaries /

use to be my scrabble,

diamond rings n all. I ran

for navy & purple—

football fields— I guess

I’ll forever trot,

tho now it’s globes

& flows

take too much work. I’m dead

in Latin & līve through whatever

I can remember.

sometimes I hear my pianist

playing in the water, reminding

me a life I once dreamed—

twinkling, in my heart

these days they press

lotion into my skin   over

panamanian water & thick hardwood cities.

both black, all black in cutted thews &

abs of air. Ima canvas

for a masseuse, a kiss like kay,

like hershey—im a moment in 2022 like

a tired

poet, poetic in the way I live. anthony lurks in the

shadows. adam pulls at my heart   (I pull)

luggage through tropical fashion,

Im skating white leather

& beige fringes. swinging braids & red

wine, I shine

dark but the moon is a distant

universe. I twirl, smile

& sip.