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urgent strides

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NYE13 To invoke the beach a cold night sand clumpy from the mist that falls on my crown like pixie dust, with each step I’m deeper in it. Walking in fog like walking through clouds. A chill strikes my spine shakes me like turbulence, but I tread on towards the waves possessed. I come here dropping off crumbs and leave with gems, verses, stanzas inspired by grains of sand, fractured lights in the water, sandy cat’s purrs and opulence. It has me surrounded. The richest Cali real estate, true blue glass house, one with patina walls even! Coastal luxury living invokes fantasies I can only stroll by. The waves dark and bubbly champagne gathered in a giant cauldron. I take strides across The Strand, my hand across the page trying to find a way. Urgent strides breath, body going through marathon I put myself through. Had to be there… there a minute ago. I’m here but already have to be over there. Sh

MORE THAN

I am worth more than the difference in my bank account. I work to keep it balanced -to keep it alive; everything, everybody needs to get fed. What kind of Libra would I be getting off balanced? I’ve accomplished more than what’s on that list. All the things left unchecked, still got work to do. Tomorrow, there is always more for tomorrow. Keeps me hungry, working on the deficit keeps me on the prowl for more. Immigrant child, shuffling is in my blood. I’m more than my expectations more than what I have been. More than what I can imagine. More than what I think I know. Who can really know evolution before it’s time? I am more than what I should know. On my feet thinking, thinking to stay on my feet. Gotta figure things out- survival. Gotta get it right- survive. No I won't get back to you with an answer to your question. Do your homework! I’ll do mine, unlearn the pressure to know. This is Col

Write Like a Girl

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I write like a girl. Up at dawn morning breath fresh not clamming me up.   Head swallowed by bed spit me out, hair in a horn on the side of my head. A satellite towards the sky! Catching some vibes and recording my dreams not literally. Write like a girl desert sweaty sitting on a basketball glasses cloudy with steam head pounding to the sound of the dribbling around me as I’m pounding this poem out call me Ms. Smith. I’m a misfit, a magician fill you with illusions my fingers typing away fast as bee wings on my smart phone. I write like a Techy girl sign of the times write short and sweet sometimes in rhymes Ay, phone! how many times you saved my poem’s life. Grrr girl, I write like a girl invading males spaces with my stats and analysis my “what had happened was,” POV to the game carving my way into locker-room chatter taking a spot on the floor chop it up like a girl wearing purple

Twilight Heat

Heat makes you do things. Makes you stay out past sunset, pounding the basketball against steamy pavement trying to beat twilight’s defense. Makes little girl do the splits on barely-cooling-off cement. It gathers the homies to drink under a big shady tree building a pyramid of empties. It’s Sunday, doesn't matter if work awaits in the morning, gotta quench that thirst. The heat got the best of 'em, bro'.  Heat, it’s passion in your guts hot as an habanero bursting out into “Spiderman” layups, or dripping and dipping on warm iron bars, like the young dude doing pull-up after pull-up. Pull-ups give young dude Ironman chest. Sweat. Heat makes me sweat I’m feeling under your gaze “Chocolate Bar stomach” look away, Mamma hawk not hunting tonight. As you were! Dipping away, I’ll see you in my dreams wet, shinny, flexing pecks and biceps proudly like some urban Aztec god bobbing your head to the sound o