I dunno

Last night I had a dream and I think I died for a little. Not my first dream of dying. First one of having an operation.
I dreamed I had a heart operation and I think died on the operating table.Then there was another dream that I lived and I had this scar in the middle of my chest. SMH

The man with the Forever Frown

The man with the Forever Frown had such stare His hat kept hidden his once where there was hair His upturned lip and simple stone eyes weren’t angry Just glassy and permanently uninterested He dressed in his gray jacket and army green pants Shirts he would wear were plaid tucked neatly in his pants No one could ever could tell whether he was sad or angry His facial expression never reacted his frown was consistent As was the small dark cloud that would follow him that he names persistence Even the space he occupied became cold whenever he was there for long Form here to there routinely from the post office to the food mart for his needs
Vibrant colors would fade to muted monotones in his vicinity Eeore even pitied him
The man with the Forever Frown continued in his emotional routine

One day during his well-worn routine He unusually crossed the path of a woman with a Porcelain Gaze Her expression as static as his he noticed dressed in a crinkle cotton dress modestly a large purse permanently ornated her arm Her porcelain blank stare expressed an undecided smile and frown Apathetic she seemed but her eyes to him seem to gleam They paused in passing shocked like viewing a shooting star His fixed dark eyes intrigued her Approaching each other like magnets they are curious and entranced

His cold dark world and her Sepia tone realm collided Like the tide against the shore Receding revealing these two Each with a hand on each other faces Cheeks palmed her porcelain gaze began to crack His frown began to melt There together their emotions they took turns to unpack

Smile even though its face breaking Light up your face with the elation in peace of mind Gone was every trace of sadness Although a tear may be ever so near You’ll find that life is still worthwhile If you just smile 

Elementary

My mom always had two questions in the morning
1. Do you know it’s time to get up?
2. Do you need help getting ready?
I wanted to grow up so fast. First day of school First time in a 2nd grade class.
“No Ma, I can dress myself and I can brush my own teeth”
So I put on my Purple baggy shorts, Bugs and Taz chris cross shirt
Ninja turtle’s book bag traded out for a Big boy jansport bag
But as I headed out the grabbing my discounted lunch fare
I sighed
Good grief! It’s raining and recess is probably canceled
Now we have to play that stupid parachute game
That I always look forward to
And some how I always out first, it’s a stupid game anyway
So what If I didn’t make it to the other side in time
That’s fine when we play transformers, I’ll be Optimus Prime
Two classes down the rain canceled recess on the playground so now its lunchtime
Why is how loud we talk in the lunchroom controlled by a traffic light?
Who do they think we are, drivers with trays for headlights?
Parking at tables with seats attached
I say we detour and Doolittle Raid the Teacher’s lounge down the hall on the right
Smash open the vending machine!
Two snacks for everyone every kid alike even that bully named Lewis.



Next morning I was called to the office
The office where I could not see over the desk
Feeling like sergeant being strip of my metals I stood in fear,
Statuesque as this trombone voice chastises me and my rebellion
“My rebellion and me” according trombone voice
As he shook that large finger like a baton
All I could say is “yes sir,” Hobbes even tried to vouch for me
But as the principal paced in back and forth
And his stensons and trombone voice drowned out Hobbes’ alibi plea
It’s going to be a long walk home
This note is a sure death sentence safety pinned to my shirt
I can just imagine when I get home, its gonna hurt
Why weren’t Lucy, Linus, Woodstock or Snoopy there in my defense?
The Peanut gallery is never there when you need them
Wait, I could run away, Tom and Huck it down that creek near the house
Endless days of torn jeans and shoeless feet
Scavenging meals, camping in make shift tent old bed sheets escaping the heat
Chewing on straws of hay
Skipping rocks in the creek
But I guess I would miss out on afternoon fox kids shows
And my superman comics I would need too,
How could I leave my toys Michangelo orange Leonardo blue
So when I reached home and gave the letter to mom
I did not breathe and time stopped as she began and finished reading
Staring at me with those eyes
I guess she noticed
My attempt to make it say something a little nicer about my actions of that day
But Mama had something in store
Little I knew she had talk to the principal the day before
Instead of punishment I was sent to 5th grade
Science class with that teacher with red veins in her eyes
As she taught, classmate’s eyes would wonder why I was there
But I was too busy dealing with acrophobia as my legs dangle from the desk chair
And wiping snot as it dangles from my nose hairs
I rather be back in my old class
Where everyday requires a presentation poster board
Islands and fjords were my subjects for Science fair projects
Or when we were assigned treats to bring during movie days
Those days come just before summer break
I can’t wait to spend endless days watching TV
Passing off traced cartoon fakes

Prelude to the Kiss

Suddenly I was deaf
Here in this moment of truth my heart is in fast forward
But my movement in slow motion
And this moment is what I truly cherish
It is the singular point where connections are made
Or second guessed because of that missing spark
Leaving most of us like chin scratching abstract art
But then the questions start
Will she enjoy this?
Do I make the first move?
Do I just dive on in?
Or do I try to be nonchalant and smooth?
This awkward silence and exchange of infrequent blinks isn’t how I imagined this going



I try to relax
But she is really beautiful
Staring right at me
seconds explode into hours it seems
and I am in a trance
Nothing else matters
I even told God to please leave a message after the beep


Suddenly we are embraced through our palms
My sweaty palms don’t hide my anticipation
our feet haven’t moved
but we are getting closer
Our foreheads touch our lips don’t
From my lungs to her lips from her lungs to my lips
Our breath exchange crosses this space
Lost in her eyes
I hope to find my way back
Because this moment it too important to miss
This will be our first
But this is only the prelude to the kiss

Food me Likes

First thing this morning is a belly groan followed by belly ache

thoughts of steak, for dessert is a slice of Strawberry shortcake

needs and I had to meet so we met for lunch

I’m in need of some wings

Doesn’t matter if its Hooters, or a restaurant preferably Chinese

And I‘m not picky

Fast food Zaxby’s or sit down CiCi’s

Last time I was there I ate 30 slices

Winner of the contest is also the payer of the conquest

Triumph the mountain Killamantummygrief

Rumble in the tumble

Shoot out the boot

Pink drink is the only thing offering relief

Just like the late night early morning Waffle House Diner

My server is always that drag queen with blue eye liner



Death to the potato!

Hash brown smothered and chunked please

Scramble those eggs don’t forget the cheese

That meal makes me fall asleep with my jeans on

I wake up craving some turkey ba-con

I attempt to eat better

gimme some sautéed green beans

Baked chicken with a side Spring Salad topped with craisins

Eating healthy has made me accustomed to salads

But hard eat when the vegetables are singing ballads

Let them sing!

Eat more meat! Eat more meat!

Vegans can be beat

Sneak some meat into their salad

Watch them puke up uncooked carrots

Reminds me of summer camp government lunches

Saran wrap mini platters Yuck!



Fry the chicken

deep fry the fish, Not Captain D’s

Mary Macs collard greens mac n cheese

I’m a fiend for Eggos spelled like ego minus the g

Don’t forget the large order of oxtail with rice and peas

have to get my Caribbean food fix, Thanks and please

Please and Thanks

BBQ is always better than frosted flakes

Full rack cole slaw homemade cornbread plate

I could grill all my food hickory is my flavorite

Shrimp and crab cakes

Stepping outside my comfort zone MF sushi is an exotic journey

Brazilian steak house or Café Bombay chicken curry

West African meals treat my appetite Okra soup and cassava leaf,

served with rice and a tall glass of ginger beer,

what a meal without side fried plantains salted and sliced

Let the beast sleep because the fire is full

I have to prepare for the next appetite massacre spree

just thinking about it makes me drool

Escape to Infinity

Every time I close my eyes I forget which direction I’m facing

Freedom changes into entrapment

Devising my escape

I leap from the tallest building up into the nothingness I seek

Void of infinite space

Meditating endlessly

I’m in denial how long I have been here

Weightless I no longer feel pain

Numb to thoughts numb to sight

I refuse to speak

I feel time as eternal sunshine

Loving me like a child’s love their mother

Past lives awake my eyes release my voice

I miss yall

I miss the familiar

But they encourage me to continue my eternal journey

Abandon this escape

Reinvented refined Replenished and well rested

My picture hasn’t changed it’s just a new frame that I’ve selected

Untitled

I kick push cracks in concrete the devil beneath my heels

Mirrors on my feet

Dancing with the devil sulfur in the street

Dope boys pass by riding to the beat

Deciding between the pen and the needle

Former writer I sleep beneath cardboard sheets

Scratching handmade signs change for something to eat

But this is only the beginning to the trilogy

Still waiting on the prequel and the sequel

Lights off here comes the previews ~Sed