haiku #36
use to life straight tea
lonely, you judge my honey
momentary sweet
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #36
use to life straight tea
lonely, you judge my honey
momentary sweet
—kalamu ya salaam
RETURN TO SENDER
(Oslo < Washington, DC)
Since You Aren’t Using
Our Peace Prize, Please Return It
Immediately
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #25
i visit in the
morning & wash your surprised
face with bearded, black kisses
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #23
i stand at your door
a poem in my hands, i could
not be more naked
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #13
falling is minor,
full lives demand the dangers
of dream ascensions
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #14
today bottled tears
are sold as spring water, it's
dog eat everything
—kalamu ya salaam
haiku #1 there's no night so long that we can not ride through to taste tomorrow's dawn —kalamu ya salaam
haiku #100
what we know limits
us, wisdom loves everything
not yet understood
—kalamu ya salaam
indigo’s haiku sequence
one.
at dawn the seed of
life enters—at midnight the
fruit of life exits
two.
only our dark depths
ego empty can contain
the vastness of light
three.
thinking is dry dust
feeling is moist mud—we are
more water than dirt
—kalamu ya salaam
Essence of New Orleans
Haiku Sequence
French Quarter Intimacies
through weathered wood dark
on shadowed streets ancient voices
whisper history
New Orleans Rainbow
from buttered gold to
purpled black, the sundry shades
of my people shine
Our Natures Rise
hard core nights are so
erotic, a whiff of the
breeze is narcotic
Sunrise On The River
shy dawn tenderly
gold tongue kisses the rippling
river's flowing face
Til Death Do Us Part
rain or shine each day
we celebrate a sacred
love affair with life
Secondline Send Off
here we raise the dead
hoist them heavenward on winged
music hades hot
Quarter Moon Rise
soft moon shimmers out
of cloudy dress, stirred by night's
suggestive caress
All Nite Long
amid dancing &
drinking til dewed dawn, nights stretch
24 hours long
The Spice Of Life
cayenne in our blood
we dance, eat, laugh, cry & love
with peppered passion
St. Louis Cemetery Crypt
bones float in raised stone,
white, altared graves, blood transformed,
become black souled thrones
Makes You Go Oohhh!
sing of lusty foods
so savory they buck jump
cross your tongue's dance floor
—kalamu ya salaam