Short Poems
We Run This
we craft your movies
and
build your ideas
even God was bound
in a book
bow down to your
creators
The Pursuit Of
we real cool
we beat slow
mellow flow hold
the fluidity at a
decibel of a syllable
go
vent
we street meat
in the belly
we brew steady heavy
live accents &
accidents
No Dash Needed
I am not African-American
there’s no dash needed
if anything
I am
a native spook who sat by the door
listening for opportunity,
devout in my non
ever
shifting
identity
making lemonade.
I am
I am mine & mine only
I am mine & mine only
I am mine & mine only
I am mine & mine only
I am mine & mine only
I am mines & mines only
I am mine & mine only
I am mine & mine only
I am mines & mines only
I am mine & mine only
It’s okay, I won’t let you
fall again.
She held her close
this little piece of herself.
Manifest Destiny
The headphones drown out the cries of the hungry as the train rages on like a metallic dragon. She is pretty. The homeless chick. Her voice booms even with the music turned up in my ears, leading me to believe she is well practiced in this art.
Come, Time
Come,
time to put away childish things
emotions strewn about the floor
pick em up
shove em into your toy chest
let them rest away
where those who won’t break them
will scoop them up to play
by A. Long
Wanting
wanting to mend
that’s all I have at the end of the day
digging a dent
into my side of the bed
wanting to want to
but never leaving
Strength
Strength isn’t that I don’t crumple
it’s that I do,
then
unfold myself neatly into a new form
and soar
evermore
an eagle above the clouds
-A. Long
Taurus
the breathe
is fire in the belly
the soul
nurture
fill your lungs with the flame of desire
hurl hesitation on the pyre
and jump into the arms of lovers
holdfast to dreams
discover
an inner torch
can burn
and breath
finer
