Five hundred rounds of ammunition
bound for President’s inauguration
shots will echo through the nation
and no this ain’t just imagination
there’s going to be a conflagration.
movement
swaying full hips
circle
circle
avoiding touch
heat stroke
stroke
long, deep, and hard
rhythmic
rhythmic
overflowing
waves rock
rocking
stallion ridden
sleep comes
coming
home lullaby
sweet sound
soundless
dawn breaks the night
cock crows
crows flock
in fertile fields
hybrid
high bred
the son is born
again
Her fun house fingertips tracing dews drenched, fruitions lips...
Felicities ferris wheel; twined, their voluptuous femme fixations
Sixty-nine pink balloons eroticas poesy, carnival caravan of love.
I challenged you, and you finally took the bait.
This was a battle that I had to instigate.
But, you only came when I gave you a mandate,
So now I will be happy to accommodate.
Now Burger King Mandelay is on my hotplate!
"YOUR" SELF-MADE throne...I will proceed to desecrate.
But, I would love to know what made your head inflate,
Because each one of your slams sounded so innate;
Not worth the effort that it takes to conjugate.
You would be better off trying to slam KUWAIT!
I am a master poet. You can not relate.
When I started this race, I left you at the gate.
The second best slam is what we must nominate,
And the other spots are what we must allocate.
I apologize for writing rhymes that frustrate.
Stop whining! Step up! And try to eliminate!
SHUT UP! So that you do not self-incriminate.
Males should not be JEALOUS; That is a FEMALE trait!
Baby boy...You need to go back and incubate.
Climb into the ground, so that you can germinate.
Then, much later, I will come back and cultivate.
When pest step to the best, I have to fumigate!
The day you beat me is the day hell frigerates!
Just give the jury a chance to deliberate!
Caseworker’s Rounds
Cabrini-Green
Public Housing
Chicago
Where I am now
there are no leas, no
sheep feeding.
There are tenements,
children breeding.
Where I am now
there are no trees, no
wrens lighting.
There are halls far, dark,
an old man peeing.
Donal Mahoney