Doxology
                
                I had an image once,
                While sitting in a museum
                At the base of a Pieta
                I saw myself picking at the marble
                Thought about
                Running my hands
                Over Rodin’s bilingual muscles 
   

                     Ode to the Hand
                       
                       
                   This is his hand
                   No fragments of bone, no glass beneath the skin
                   I’ve wandered in without my usual markings
                   Without my journeyman’s compass
                   These blue highways, these lifelines of yours
                   The lame do not take passage here
                   Rather your hand is a buttress, a support
                   A nest for the bird in me
 

                    WE
                       
             Bailouts for the filthy rich,
           A have not paying for the mucho haves.
             Is this Socialism at it's best?
              Where's the affordable health care?
              Where's the decent public schools?
           Is Socailism only for the rich?

                   Nairobi Nights
                       
             I can see the steam rise off my skin
             Games played with my eyes
             I've been in the original sin
             Concentration broken by children cries
             Horses arrive by torch light in a fury
             Women grab children and scurry
             This is the place of cool waters
             Located in Kenya in East Africa
             Where they used to have big game hunting
             With no set person or name
             Grown men fight to die in the streets

                   Courtesan
                       
             Be my courtesan, please
             I can afford to keep you, for ten life times
             Together we are 2000 degrees
             Perfect beats and perfect rhymes
             I know the class they put you in
             FUCK THEM
             You're the intellectual
             We’re spiritual
             Cardinal

                      Buy This Poem
                       
                     This poem is green
                     Would you buy this poem?
					   
                     This poem is do-it-yourself
                     backyard garden green.
                     This poem is save the world
                     give peas a chance green;
                     this poem is azure sky
                     squeezing the golden sun
                     all over the world green.
                     Could you buy this poem?

                    I bought myself a gun today
                       
             I bought myself a gun today.
             I’ll give you a moment to process the mental paper work.
             Is he serious?
             Is this guy for real?
             Is this a metaphor?
                Is it loaded?
             Are these questions
             you might ask
             Isn’t this supposed to be a poem?
  

                     Genisis Of We
                       
                       You see, I often wondered where you were even before I met you. I sometimes stood in
passageways hoping we’d cross paths. I saw you many times before I knew your face and we went
on many dates before we went to our favorite place and from there, I knew everything about you yet,
somehow, barely believed in your existence.

                      Serendipity
               
               Serendipity taking over,
               I think soft thoughts of you,
               Breathe moist breathes of you,
               Drink moments glistening of you.
               I live this prose composed by you
               Snuggle into my thoughts,
               And breathe you in deep,
               Exhale steamy memories
               As I drift into deep sleeps.
               Wake from sleeps filled with your dreams of me loving you intensely
               But my love bursts at reality’s seams intentionally
               ‘Cuz serendipity has taken me