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Wordslanger will be the featured poet this Friday, November 16, 2007 at L&BH Poetry Café

Walk with me by the water
while I tell you where poems come from
I love the ocean it calms me
I have fished it for poems
Poems of burning lung and
silent screams bubble to the surface
to be captured by my gaze
turned backwards
I construct civilizations numbered like sand
exported flesh languishing in foreign lands
Stilled tongues cry to me from the banks
my soul measures the distance cross in poems
I love the urban hubs
shadows haunt here
numbed here by empty eyes
maggots in minds
surrounded by starz
Grimey block hugging lost
soldiers whisper dreams here
Big block shudders but don’t talk
Concrete see souls bleed but never speaks
Snake eyes got bags on the corner
to drown you grief
I pour love on these streets
they continue to bleed
I continue to believe
surrounded by the babble of Babylon
I got my struggle on
late night in the country
sounds like phoenix song
I love the open with a jealous
love resentful of those at
home in the natural where
I often feel unnatural in the
rolling darkness that reminds
me of my day to day
No lights or landmarks
just my breath, my heartbeat
in endless dark like the eyes of homeless men
who have given up on life
but not before it gave up on them
Not realizing they were like
fallow land only waiting for use
In the open air I harvest poems
of internal innocence in a spring
of fresh birthed hope being birthed
like brown babies for whom
sorrow is waiting
I steal poems from the sky
while I search for God on earth
snatch them from the wind
that whistles around old ladies
in too thin coats I find them falling
from the eyes of refugees better
off on the boats, wrestle them from
the vain glorious mouth of
popular culture giving them
to the people who live them
to give them meaning

Come and walk with me by
the water, the tide is in
and the poems have returned?Ķ

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