The humid air smelt of the overripe mangoes
squashed at the bottom of its huge tree.
Aunts, uncles, cousins, and siblings tangle
to watch the cocks fight in their little ring.
A spree with spurs taped securely to their legs.
Held back by his leash a drooling dog.
Bets flowing from hands like blood water.
Behind hips hides a young girl clasping
hands over her ears, thinking of anything,
but of her friend being torn to shreds.
Shelly, go fill the pot with water.
Fighting the urge to vomit in her mouth.
The night he limped outside of this life
certain to cleave the burden of chains,
she danced with friends and toasted the room,
clueless to his strain she stayed.
Their rhythm was, once,
a ball change with perfect form, syncopated.
their music to quiet the storm.
Through his veins a beat pumped:
solo, solo, solo.
He took to a stage furthest from home
to save her from his blood red moon.
To salute This Eagle
dressed in synthetic
feathers splayed in humble-less
orange, his squint
mocks and warns–
a walling of freedom’s horizon.
His Red Wagon
over and between
lost copper dulled
by trudging feet.
Cries the city
of metal and bleak
a wheel squeals
crimson on concrete
If I put a quarter
into your meter,
would you give more
between white lines
painted on concrete?
Your space claimed
until we expire?
She’s a master
with her ladles
of caustic and wood.
churning the mood.
A hint of cardamum,
a heap of lye
thrown in a cauldron
to summon and stew.
She is the seal to his cuts;
threads of silk.
Her stitch seamless,
flowing with light.
He breathes her
night and day.
Strands in sunrise, dunes, midnight
to sweep across his naked
landscape, tropical. Rain-
forest of vines and orchids
to climb and scent. Attraction
to tangle between fingertips caress.
Zero percent fat, skimmed
across stained wood,
watery. The reek of
sour, her anger
spilled over the edge.
The Cartoon Netwotk
meep meeping, her kids
oblivious to Wile E. Coyote
blue Formica. Bleeding.
That instant before finality
of breath and blood
you stare steadfast at the reflection;
young, scarred, beautiful, broken–
mourning the moment it happens.