fourtwentyonesixteen

sometimes it snows in April
when doves die / purple tears rain
freedom sings a funeral song
music eternal / world changer
peace to the artist formerly
known as fame

     penina’s perfume

A taunting scent that reeks of
false humility / homemade lonely
Afraid to be discovered a fraud
icy hot heart burning on coals
Melting anger
dissatisfied with self-inflicted trauma
Baptized in eau de toilette
married with children
Stinking thinking / and personal problems
Project that shit somewhere else /  lady
You baroness of bitter with barren bravery
You low budget bully / drink your own toxic

I’m happy over here with these ovaries
Soaking in my sweet aroma
Birthing promises through this womb

tea time

Haughty homes
Empty rooms filled to clutter
Rusty with ashes of dead relatives
Who jockey for real estate on the mantel
and Martha Stewart wallpaper suffocating the decorum and mummy masquerade
It’s elegant etiquette eating us for dinner
We’ve sacrificed our lives for tea time
none of us bold enough to
mention the Elephant among us
We dare not wrinkle the fabric of falsehood
It’s tradition to shuck and jive the suburbs
slumming for the hope in the ghetto
We host republicans in our homes
Donald Trump and Ben Carson
twerking to Bob Marley
blowing smoke up our asses
We foo foo she she the bullshit
Pinky fingers poised in the air
The la di dah dosie dough
Breaking bread and kissing babies
Government cheese and vino campaign parties /                               getting out the vote vigils
Blah fucking blah

Somebody please assassinate democracy and the right
to be educated fools