"July"

My father was
the ruler of Ethiopia: Jah,

in the ocean
that lay out before me

at Jamaica.
Untold Stories: “I could go

on and on.”

I knew even then how
things would be.

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"Self-Portrait at 30: (over 14th St.)"

Pardon, I had a whole other poem

but my hard drive rebelled
and I lost a month of work
and so in the interest of symmetry:

Here is this, written in a single evening sitting:

My dad loved my art and begged
me not to be an artist.

But, I never was an artist,
he had nothing to worry about.

I will not die without my poems
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“Damn Kids”

…many things
but also

the beaming
gravedigger called

by Spring,
to the work of

spent love affairs
and their

collateral mourners
and such.

Dirt goes on,
people go on.

I don’t have
any answers,

I am…