Dream Me In Spring

And again I am dreamed
This time on chariots of fire
I’m still on the West Coast,
Still wrecking em’
With my ILL-luminating
Style
My thoughts are coiled
With springtime blues
I long for summer
I long for you
Heard you been askin bout me
Are you there at summers edge

Waiting with the dreams of me
I have poems and thoughts to share
winter is withdrawing
Is the ice thawing?
Summer is coming. Again

Dream Me In Winter

Say you dreamed me last nite
sailing on rivers of original thought
some where near the Nile
with red feathers in my hair

In summer will you meet me
I’ll bring the fruit
you bring
the dreams of me
so I can see myself again

Sometimes I dream you
never your face
in dreams I inhale your smell
always your hands colors of you
cool spring rain green, you

Dark blue as only outside at midnite you
haunting me sweetly
in time
where there is time

Here in the starkness of winter
the dreams are our fire
tend it well.
summer is coming
Again.

Summers Return

Summers Return

Since you left,
I have met in the shadows with lions
Some from Sonia’s house
others from my own wilderness
I have dined, dazzled by the light, with kings.
I have met sages, &
been touched by prophets.
The sun has rose
so has the moon.
Life has been hard,
life has been ordinary,
life has been extraordinary,
& I knew I would see you again.
Knew, like day comes after night
& summer always finds its way again,
& you still got that heat.
I looked at your pictures
a day ago, said your name
to the God that holds love
‘bove the banality of this world,
where it ain’t really been summer
since you left.

SUGARBERRIES SLIP

He had been lost

ever since he spied

Sugarberries slip,

peeking from ‘neath

her hem like royal foliage

an elegant border

framing slender stems.

He embarked on a perilous

tumble in pursuit of this

slip of a woman,

vain & aloof.

He slipped into places so

he could worship her

from afar. He called her

Sugarberries, and she

slipped in and out of

his dreams at will.

He was amazed to discover

he had slipped and fell into

desire for an unending embrace

and can’t rest until

he has set anchor in

Sugarberries slip.

Colored Gulhs

long tall yaller sista, remind ya a lemonade

kind a chick so cool she make her own shade

fast in a good way two swift for a fade

full a paid up game way above being played

melting like butter into the games being staged

test her flavor and spar with a tiger uncaged

she sway to a song being played by Cab Calloway

eat salt peanuts leave yo parlor in disarray.

nappy wool crowns chocolate perfection

blackberries are jealous

your ebony splendor

is all the moon has ever desired

a place for dreams

to rest in while day sleeps and is re-inspired

souls have been lost in the warm velvet of her eyes

she vibrates Louie Armstrong along side congo drums

licking mango from her fangers staining your soul.

red-bone, come clay, live and jump

like de fish in de stream

red bone sang in dreams of magnolia

budding in sun like home baking

firing, pinging in creational keys and soft drawls

dividing meadows and abiding in furrows

earth-woman full of Robert Johnson’s guitar licks

eatin pig feet and dancin all nite long among da bones.

caramel treats tempt, curly innuendo

enticing like tasting the brown sugar in café-au-lait

no debate with tender tan, tantalizing lure, tropical breeze intoxicating

as rum,

caramel kisses get ya hi

a  sweet tooth can be a habit formed from obsession

a passion only cured by possession

she skanking to Bob Marley

sipping coconut juice from a conch shell raw.

Sassy

once classed as obsession

known by a chosen few

a prized possession

in the vein of confession

lately I’ve sensed hesitation

as suitors envision

complete capitulation

utter domination

by such finely honed temptation

such elegant vexation

rare honey

aging exquisitely

like cognac

and money.

 

notes for horn

notes for horn

makes me wanna say sumpthin fly

when baby play horn like that

it makes me wanna spit some cool issh

slips me into mental grooves

 sweet melody

in my ear

inspiring in me

lyrical menus

lilting like light

coming for me

body & mind

elevate  us to that

burnished space

between the big brass notes

telling me to

let my dreams out to play

wake up and live

stand

seize each day

like the tail on a tiger kite

shaking it till

the notes

of that horn

fall out.