What He Got Right

AliHe
got it
right
when he “murdered a rock,
killed a brick”, and
made mean
‘ol Man “medicine sick”,
but
what you
do to
me
is quite
the
stuff
of Gods,
and I’m
kind
of torn
between
finding youth
or your
love closely
nestled.

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Where’s My Apply Button?

MikeSo, it’s been a while.

Yeah, yeah, I know…it’s been way too long since I’ve stumbled across new words but my life, as I have learned to call it as such, has been quite busy.

First, work has been a dreadful process of late. Early days have left me gasping for sleep during the early evenings. My P90X experiences have equally given me small glimpses of a peaceful sleep–albeit a few more muscles–but nonetheless, tired and wanting a pillow. Socially, my neighbors are out and about and of course, dragging me for the ride. Good jazz in DC has kept me alert and willing to stay up beyond my bedtime and if anything, I’ve enjoyed knowing that my life is as grand as every note heard from every member of that jazz trio.

So, other than being slightly scattered, life has been quite cool and my worries, if they dare gravitate towards me, simply do not exist.

M.C. Davis

Cornrolls, Finger Waves, And The Such

Face

She rocked
them with
ease and
I stood
too
far from
the curb
to
truly appreciate
her
style, poise,
and funk.

She wore
a
hoodie
and sported
Karl Kani
jeans
with
the left shoe
angeled
in between
this, that,
and the other.

Lesbian by
birth, but heroine
by design, and
if
she walks
too fast
for you,
then
slow your
pace and
think quicker.

Like I
said, she
rocks them
with ease,
her cornrolls
tightly
wrapped
and waiting
for
the second
bitch to
start
stepping.

M.C. Davis

There

BensChili

Oh,
I didn’t
see you
standing
there,
but then
again, you’re
always
there
quietly
allowing
the peace
to flow
like the Euphrates.
Remember
the time
you sweet-talked
the wind
to carry
us upstream,
or the time
you
debated
with Osiris
to
keep the
world at bay?
Or, perhaps
the time
you
walked
too fast
for
even Mr. Einstein
to
keep
up.

Yeah, you’re there.
You’re
always
there.

M.C. Davis