What the "Indians"
really thought
upon seeing the
pilgrims
for the
first time...

There is no magic potion
Or Spell or Hex required
No Doctrine 
Or Approbation
Or Degree to be acquired
There is no formula or recipe
Modus Operandi 
Ritual or Rite
No red tape 
No routine
No code words to recite
You can bring your baggage 
Or leave it
Or I can help you to retrieve it
And unpack it
Or unload it
Me of mine
You’ll help relieve it

It’s just love Baby…

It’s not so hard to do
Just to me bring 
The very thing
That I convey to you

Just love me Baby…

It’s not so hard to do
Just to me bring 
The very thing
That I convey to you

Us... With The Rest Of The Unfinished Poems
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In a secret box on a high shelf in the locked closet of my mind
is where I keep my dreams of
me and you...
me
comfy living in your
too big shirt
you
bare chested and
doing what you do...

smiling softly in my direction
simmering gazes and
kisses in passing
while...  at our table
in our special space...
I quietly watch quiet you
and
write poems...

simple and hazy and softly lit dreams
of things that we will never do...
For me only...
in the treasured place of
my unfinished poems
and
my rhymes that don't rhyme
is where I keep
my dreams of
me and you

I am in love with a
tender and brilliant muhphucka
("thassa smart muhphucka
right there")
that sees
the
solar system within his reach
and
the rings of Saturn
immense on the horizon
he
activates my soullll....
and
my imagination~ cuz
in the minds eye
i truly truly
also see them
shining exactly where he
so eloquently pointed
lined up
and right there...

I am in love with a man
that will
pack a spinnanight bag
and
map a journey to the
earths core...
my
activated soul
don't want him to go...
scared he won't come back
to me...
ima wrap these
thighs around him
and
hold him
inside me
til this need, again, passes...
it might be selfish
but **** it...
the earth's core
don't need him
like i do...

cheap wine in a champagne flute... because
i love champagne flutes...
tho not so much the wine
grocery store chocolate cake and
empty wig heads (i dont even own a wig)
slow spring rain and norah jones
stepping around what is apparently
every plastic crate
ever sold in this burg
slowly unpacking what's left of my life

i do love champagne flutes... (tho not so much the wine) and
unexpected italian love stories
in Tuscany... and subtitles even...
what can go wrong?

are sixty year old newly divorced Black girls
allowed to have dreams of
Tuscan romance, with private jokes and subtle kisses that
smell of night air?

part a:

theres a level of freedom
in poverty
To be too broke to make payment arrangements or even promises... is liberating
thats what i see when i sit at the window on my handy-dandy trusty blue grounding stool...
looking out at the mayhem that ensues EVERY warm sunny day
(because apparently the cold is not conducive to the proper carrying out of shenanigans)...
freedom to...
just not give a ****...
Freedom from fear of consequences. Freedom from
fear of judgement.  Freedom from Integration, and all that comes with it... like "microaggresions".
no honey, all these aggressions are of the macro sort... major even.
In the face... or upside the  head
whats a lil blood spilled?
whats a lil jail time?... thats IF "5-0" even shows up to this place
Liberating I say...

part b:

I have made my own
newly liberated self
a fixture in this place
of refugees...
pleasant but serious and
easily recognized by
free flowing vibe
loud clothes
and wild hair
sharing
milk and fruit and
mothers care...
who quietly
exits
when the liquor flows
too freely
because life here
is cheap... and
times are hard... and
tempers flare
and
I would rather sit at the window on my handy-dandy trusty blue grounding stool... looking out
at the mayhem...
than to be out there

I am a
Lightly melanated,
Hella Black,
Adequately armed,
Heavily mediTated,
Well Educated,
Softly speaking,
Bare footed,
Luxurious loc wearing,
Essentially oiled,
Evolved Activist of a
Spiritual gangsta
Make no mistake...
I am a
Warrior in this garden... and while I Walk in the light...
I ain't afraid of the dark
My soul is in order
Thus, I fight
...I fight