I'ma Hit You Square

Emily Dickinson (1830–86).  Complete Poems.  1924.
Part One: Life

II

OUR share of night to bear,

Our share of morning,

Our blank in bliss to fill,

Our blank in scorning.

Here a star, and there a star,

Some lose their way.

Here a mist, and there a mist,

Afterwards—day!

According to the Oxford dictionary the word “kif” derives from Arabic: كيف kayf, meaning well-being or pleasure.[2]

PUSSYROAR!

You’ve gotta create something, to make it a memory. WhAt about history?

Terri

Classes of little girls

                Ran

                   Stood

                      Stopped, stared, started.

                          Gazed

In many circles

At recess in the 4^th grade

On the big toy

                Red, blue, yellow plastic

Lots of little girls

Lots of little lives

                                All different:

                Red, blue, yellow

                White

                Brown

                Black

How does each stack up?

                Who is 1,

                                2, 3,

                                Queen bee?  On the big toy

                                                Sand,

                                                Slide,

                                                Swings.

                                Little soft brows

                                Harden

                                Beneath the monkeybars

                                At the girl, Terri

                                                One pair of panties

                                                Shredded, like lace

                                                Hand-me-downs

                                Terri’s silhouette hangs

                                They see up her skirt.

                                Suck in air and

                                                Scatter.

from 2010

En Route

$1
From 10th and Penn
To NYC, city of dreams.
Alicia Keys thinks it’s the city of dreams.
Megabus
Blue and Yellow
Direct direct route
Megabus, one word, dot com
Well, my tickets
$16 round trip.
Double-decker ceiling
Skims a tunnel’s underbelly.
Not pink and warm
Like her’s hid beneath polos
And tees.
Tease
My lighted dreams
Mastur-
Bait. Shoulda brought a
Buzzing bullet
Push a button
Insta-OW!
Hid in a dream
Between my thighs
Interthigh
Wet suck wheels
Bounce a rythym
Down cement square repair
Interstate
Between states
To the city of dreams.

Buswomb’s yellows flash

she stops at my curb

so close

I duck for the rearviews

I flash her the pass

walk past the old babies in the front rows

to the peer aged babies in the back

plant my umbilical somewhere in the middle

unless the bastards crowd during rush hour

I swim past them

The hummdrumm of potholes

put me to sleep

till a teething fatman sits here

sweating

the twin seat ain’t vacant now

got another to roll with

Buswomb feels a kick from me

I pull the line, request a stop

pops me out on my own feet

the world sees me

solitary on the sidewalk

Her doors slip shut

and clip my trailing cord