stumbling romance by the pool table.

it was a chilly evening in november, the kind that
lets you know winter’s coming to collect on all that
fun you had in the summertime. i was in Europa bar
once again, waiting on my boy Rah once again(this
was kind of a running gag somewhat; Rah lived all
the way down by August Martin High School, yet would
always tell me “yo i’ll be there in 15 minutes” yet
wouldn’t show for an hour or more). Europa Bar on
Sutphin Boulevard was one of those places where women
young and old danced for dollar bills in lingerie.
this night, i sat and drank with Tatiana, a lusty
Dominican lady and watched the clock and my drink.
all of a sudden, behind me, loud voices erupt.

“don’t come near me!!” that came from one of the
dancers over in the corner where coats would be
hung up. i had seen her once or twice before. her
eyes were coated in bluish eyeshadow, which did
nothing to take away from the sheen on her face
brought on by ten minute sets and about $20 worth
of Cuervo. she was Brazilian, pale-skinned with
blonde hair that could do with a Grand Concourse
wash and set. she wore a one piece outfit that was
a cross between a polo shirt and skirt, and would
have done her well 10 years and one beer belly ago.
at the moment, she was trying to fend off this guy
who was hammered. he had the look of a construction
worker, dusty boots and all. he looked to be from
Mexico at first guess, and the moustache added to
it. he stumbled towards her as if to grab her up
in his arms. henrique, the owner came from behind
the bar and in one motion put himself between the
dancer and the drunkard and steered him out the
double doors. as a final motion, he got the guy’s
coat and lightly tossed it out. after about a minute
or so of laughter, i finished my drink and got out
of dodge. i know a cue when i see one.

merging desires

*for brownin’*

moments come
when thoughts of you
laced with summer’s honey and the blush of joy
that daub the sands beneath your eyes
rush back and forth within my blood
like cars on California freeways
all important
all impatient
and each one faster than the next
it explains how
i am becoming used
to the cadence of my heartstrings
in your presence

night is on my mind

the streets
sweat buckets now
its pores devoid of crisp and cool breeze
hours of humidity makes one
forget the day’s borderline
but the night still calls
it sings
under sharp streetlamps
hooks nostrils
with a perfume of daisy petals, lamb’s spread
and chilled beer
relief flies by
like cabs refusing to go uptown
and the stickiness you strove to deny
you now share with the floors of the second car
of the N train
but if the night can’t sleep
with all of this heat
who are you to refuse
when it throws back the covers
and asks you to join in?


Superman versus SB 1070

heard Superman
gave up American citizenship
maybe he figured
with Bachmann, Palin
and the rest of the phony patriots
going after illegal aliens
he needed to get outta dodge
since they spread around
enough of that kryptonite in paper form
and he had heard
Neptune was nice this time of year

gentle chemistry

*for brownin’*

i forget sometimes
that just because the breeze that carries your laugh
softens with time doesn’t mean
it won’t return
i keep myself from chasing down
fading fingers of sunset
as they fall behind trees
and into the lockboxes of memory
because i miss the softness of your fists
and in all of this
i have become a sentimental scientist
knowing there is no formula
that can make days run into each other
but knowing you
makes me begin to compose one
with cinnamon and gold leaf
upon my hands.