I. Blue Eyed Sky I’ve felt my world die And I’ve seen the world resurrected Reborn and rehashed dumb, vibrant and laughing Unaware of its insecurity And insecure of its awareness I’ve felt angel-headed hipsters Breathe fire into my words And felt betrayed As their children stalked Harlem Howling through my Negro city … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Dreams of Harlem
Month: January 2008
sorrow tinted Words
I see in blue words Soft, subtle connotations And deep green definitions Surfing through my mental images With high-definition Vernacular I revel In digital projections Of a fragile mind In red Helvetica And purple times Making the world My canvass of words I weave yellow dialect Into the darkness To brighten my world … Continue reading sorrow tinted Words