my father was a minor beat poet

I mean, fuck me, my friends!

1.The Council on Foreign Relations has a gang sign
they rule us with one wave of it
given our issue of got to have my fair share
from first dose we are sprung

Her breath whispers against his ear. Here, hear?

Geometry and the Moon creatures chased
a beautiful orange. His round mounded
lips eclipsed all reminiscences of home.

with everything
gathering speed he took
off his hat and threw it

The head finally wad(dl)es through

As if written by

as i withhold my tongue
waiting for a sunny spell
to translate my loud pain
into a muted pearl

for Stanley Tookie Williams
December 29, 1953 - December 13, 2005
after the State of California
murdered him by lethal injection

Today I talked to trained professionals about my penis.

The last one said, “Oh David, it’s not the end of the world!”

resting quietly i expose myself in the grocery store isle to christians who make me uncomfortable and listen and hear nobody only the wind through the leaves in the evening i think of crab cakes the wood the pensive hill the rippling nipple the rude step

A police boat from Guadeloupe
passed starboard.
Slick cops
in ready-to-fuck wear
coughed up bits of dope
that rose in their wake
like blow-jobs.