Friday, October 9, 2009

I Wrote A Good Omelet


I Wrote A Good Omelet


I wrote a good omelet...and ate a hot poem...
after loving you
Buttoned my car...and drove my coat home..in the rain...
after loving you
I goed on red...and stopped on green...
floating somewhere in between...

being here and being there...
after loving you
I rolled my bed...turned down my hair...
slightly confused but...I don't care...
Laid out my teeth...and gargled my gown...
then I stood ...and laid me down...
to sleep...

after loving you


Written by Nikki Giovanni

Tuesday, October 6, 2009


does it really make sense,
to de-sensitize ourselves?

since sense is what makes sense…

does it really fly
to deny ourselves our wings, the wind, and the limitlessness of the skies.

it must be a stage,
this pretending.

don’t feed me lines
don’t give me props
don’t under study
ask me, “what’s at play?”

playwright
become a free write

in fact, don’t write or wrong at all
open your curtains like waterfalls open rivers
and pour in on me…