Yes, Eye am jealous
of that perfect blonde
chest clad in black
with her “Made In Canada”
stamped on Face Book —
Yes, I’m jealous —
he said he fucked her
morning, noon and night
40 years ago
wrecking his first marriage
and now she’s more
than back
If he had told me
“You’re the greatest artist
in the world”
Eye might have stayed
for free
he has maligned me
to my children
to his internet girlfriends
and anyone else
he wants to think ill of me —
he has lied to my face
and slapped my face down
after I tried to build him up
into the “Doctor”
he is not
My Black Pen
oozes and dribbles
down down
over his brow
clouding his blue eyes
like the inky string
of vulnerable women
of which Eye
— his third wife —
am merely
one drip
drop
Why not wipe him out
with one swipe of my black pen
and take back my son?
One foine day
I’ll be picked up
way off this ground
Eye’ve lived on
for 15 billion years —
think of the germs
I’ll leave behind
while The Big Bang Theory
is only something
to sneeze at
I have been embraced
by a high white Baptist Church
and let go
like a helium balloon
by the ties
of my mother’s death
25 years ago
We had Our Canada Dry
Kiss
laid out straight
on a quilted cot
He was Mine
and I was His
and I am happy
with what I got
Eye used to sleep a lot
on drugs
ingested religiously
@ 9:11pm
Those Days/Nights are gone forever
as I live
on paint fumes
Hip Hop Music
& M(eye) Own Life
1. The reclaiming of waste, desert, marshy or submerged land for cultivation or other use.
My walk today was to the beach
where storms of yester-year
came to reach
the dunes I trod
-mountains now-
strata exposed
to show My Ears
The Word
“rec-la-ma-tion”
to echo clear —
I walked home
to turn the page
