I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.   Whose hairline recedes like trees forested on a fleeting ball of dirt, and water. Several teeth decayed have been extracted. Soft breasts evolved of pectorals chiseled, and eyesight dims like the drear dusk of Spring. I see things less clearly. And more clearly.   I am God’s grand bravado, temporal.   Who acquires heartburn after pizza, and piss-drizzles in pants after peeing. Writing is limited. Desire, too. Joints are stiffer than the chub erection. Fading body weeps….Continue Reading “God’s Grand Bravado by Kenny Burchett”

image source words by Sylvia Jones   i am i be –De La Soul Letters to My Daughter pulsing;  a phantom limb borrowed equipped me to love my mother. You personified debonair You fashioned me a skeptic so I was prepared for shortcomings and backfires, anticipating what looks like progress; a moonwalk, an illusion of forward.   Lorde, Hooks, Dove, Giovanni, Raab, Boyle can be blamed too. But without you  Maya, I am disarranged. Come back and teach us how to listen better. After they krooned your death…Continue Reading “Angelou Street”