In 10 days I will be
buying piraguas and mangos next to Tompkins
smoking on a fire escape in Harlem
dreading hot wind propelled by express trains
singing karaoke until 4 am
jogging in plain view of Jersey
sifting through mama, chiquita, blanquita one block from my old block like old times
watching the water at Coney Island
riding that horse ride at Coney Island
weaving through young people strolling with or without an expert agility
cursing cabs cutting in crosswalks where I’m walking
chilling in community gardens
sitting on a stoop
dodging skate boards and Citi Bikes
adjusting to that stench of trash in August in Manhattan
providing directions to Hew-stun Street
breathing a pollution I’ve probably forgotten
buying produce in Union Square
buying mangos in Union Square
connecting with loved ones
carrying a prize obnoxiously large back from Coney Island
deciding what’s essential atop the concrete I once thought held me
discovering others inside Nuyorican
buying piraguas and mangos
dreaming on park benches with a pen and a pad
admiring graffiti, both sanctioned and political
praying in the church I was blessed to convert in
living life lovely
loving life-living
falling asleep in a building lined against the FDR near Houston
falling past my homesickness
and
collapsing into home.
Tag Archives: Poem
nor arrogant with pride
I cling to the absence of arrogance
knowing I won’t forever.
Unspeak it from existence.
(And working to be a purer love.
Working to be as
Love.)
Signs are not Signifiers,
though I forget which is which,
and
We are not Fullygod.
In all ways but sin — which is to
say, in no ways since sin
welcomed Fall.
Correct my Nature.
Unspeak it from existence.
I cling to the absence of arrogance
inside my lungs. – Stifling.
I forget to be the other than.
I forgot to have a meaning.
Knowing I must collapse cold from
my hips still frightened,
my heartbeat pulsing,
my smile unsure but barely forgiving,
my echoes unraveling,
and my lungs still echoing.
It was never a question,
since it is and I am and
so must You Be.
Made in Love.
Birthed in Love
Clothed in Love
Welcomed in in Love
eternally so and unbeginning.
To sing of Love in my own language
is only isolating.
Babble called such in
good reason and wet.
Babble called such
knowing it must
be unspoken from
existence.
Love is of only value
in rainwater.
and weed.
A careful study of my doings
and dealings and
all manners of presidings.
What happened to the arrogance
wrapped around my neck?
(Still stifling)
will be, is be, is to come.
Forget tense.
and Sway.
It never stops being
surprising,
the pervasive contentment.
Unspeak me from existence
independent of this love.
and Sway.
intelligently irrelevant 
