This is the last poem I’ve written in quite some time. I was driving Maurice Kenny to a workshop he was doing in Syracuse and he asked me to write something to share for that particular class.
I want to vomit–on this world
I want to–go insane
to run from society
to cut into society
to see out–from inside society
I want to catch you from falling–just once
I want to burn the cities
kill the innocent–the ignorant
I want to lead–the leaders
I want to kiss your cracked–chapped lips
to feel the hard skin–cut into mine
I want to move the fine–hairs–from your neck
caress my lips–caress my lips
I want to burn
to suffocate from the stench of dollars
to create suffering
to suffer
I want to gnaw my tongue–drown
on my blood and saliva
I want to bathe you–like a baby–like a lover
to eat cherries–frothed white
from your spit
I want to sit quietly–and wait till we die
to reach back and choke yesterday
to arch forward and fuck tomorrow
I’d like to wrap myself around you
I’d like to cuddle up inside you
I’d like to die–abreast to you
