Nobody ever found a dead seagull.
They plan their final flight.

Nobody ever felt comfortable waiting in line.
They're too far away from the table wine.

Nobody ever got you, Rachel.
They can't chip through your glassy eyes.

Nobody ever got rid of a lie.
Their deceit  simmers into a wish.

Nobody ever married me.
They leave me for Jesus Christ and civil wars.

Nobody ever heard a juke joint singer hit a perfect note.
They applaud for black culture.

Nobody ever found a dead seagull.
Their feathers disintegrate under the ocean's weight.

Nobody ever felt comfortable at a wedding.
They sit curious about the contents under the wedding dress.

Nobody ever got you, Rachel.
They try to pull you down from your high heels.

Nobody ever got rid of their parents.
They settle for calling long distance.

Nobody ever married me.
They only nod at my longwinded history.

Nobody ever heard a fine-combed politician stutter.
They picket sign and roll their eyes.

Nobody ever found a dead seagull.
They control the waves with ghostly wings.

Nobody ever felt comfortable holding a newborn.
They look at porcelain skin like a loaded gun.

Nobody ever got you, Rachel.
They can't afford your grace.

Nobody ever got rid of a former lover.
They avert their eyes as they stroll by.

Nobody ever married me.
They complain about their fiancees.

Nobody ever heard a mother say, "Everything won't be alright."
They find out when the rent comes due.

Nobody ever found a dead seagull,
and they will never find me and you.

THe two on tHE right

      OFfer no appeAL

     They the city their

     with shiny metal and

      Reflect
     only unnatural lights

      And longwinded rushing

      Or stop.    And go.  That

      sound of cars

Left      of these the me, I, am,

     is drawn in
     Siren Songs Touching
        
     my ears sink

     The only bridge with high arches

          And spelled out latin
     Words that house two Mermaids:

      Mermaids on both sides (responsible
     for the 'coos         ' )

     And near the middle of the bridge,
     there is a small plaque, only
     Visible when crossed properly
     (on foot) and reads:

     "BY sea and land we prospER"

     but by now i think it must be the other way around

the moment i see him 'up front'
my poor heart goes thud thud thud
my face hurts with the rush of the blood
excited, elated, jubilant and thrilled

what should i do? my breath I hold
should i say hi and risk being ignored
should i wait for him to take the lead
either way, leads to an uncertain road

i keep staring, and my mind takes a ride
the long journey we already had passed
full of mirth, yearning, conversations myriad
the affair he instigated and we both shaped

i start or he start, both happy and glad
when on the same wave length and band
unhappy when busy on the receiving end
longing and craving for the merry contentment

on days i don’t see him, my heart sinks to the end
the day becomes a chore, gets longwinded
can’t help wonder if the feeling is reciprocated
my unsaid want for him and his desires confessed

today, now, i see him and i hide as a coward
why? need reassurance he is not playing with my mind
whatever. i crave his words, his jokes and his touch
ethereal it is! but better than the real world

evoke his image & that’s all the reassurance i need
i go back to the page. click! & i’m a green dot
the mere gesture turning my face red
with excitement, ecstasy, thrill, & delight

I am seething regret
I am the walls of the terrace which you broke down

Filibuster my longwinded-ness
And break the backs because of your freedoms

I am seething regret
We call it freedom of the body
I call it ******, and **** it, I will not be silenced

I am sick and ******* tired of children dying
I am sick and tired of mothers, fathers, sisters, and brothers crying.
We are so selfish, that we refuse life, because we believe our bodies have that right.

I am a man, yes, that is true.
I cannot speak from a woman's point of view.
But I guaran-*******-tee you
That my viewpoint would not change
If my genitals sank in rather than pushed out

I could spit tacks
And I could break backs
Watch me seethe and writhe

I don't want to hear your point of view,
I want to hear the sound of silence
Because no more children would be dying
For freedom

I dont mind When a lady kisses
another lady Or kisses her own nutrient breast While others kiss her Sweet ****

Reynaldo Casison

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The time of your life, on repeat,
call it a sign of the times, a timely blessing,
a clock that seemed to run on by.

Oh, sweet darling,
what is it about you that I'm missing,
could it be the kisses, hugs,
seeing your eyes from above.

Might I miss just catching the gist,
of a longwinded poem, I barely missed,
focused on a screen, or in my mind,
while your prose outstretched it's vine.

Maybe it's something about following behind,
seeing the sun capture your mind,
glisten off your skin, because only I knew your sins,
or that I loved and never needed to remind.

Everyday, I call you,
and saw you, and hoped for you,
in someone like your kind, in image, breath,
or just your way of being kind.

Everything, is what I miss, my poetess, divine.