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By The Time This Reaches You (as appears in A Detroit Anthology by Rustbelt Chic Press)


I love you but by the time this reaches your ears

it will be too late

I will be headed back

within the mouth of the beast.


In my hometown

2 men aged 16-25 are murdered

each week, which means men my age

have asphalt graves dug by trucks

made in the ghost factories of our homes.


We are cracked futures,

buried in abundance

as if something is supposed to grow there.

Our lovers forget our names like subtotaled receipts.

After we fill up the garbage cans

we are heaped on top of one another,

like tables overflowing with the dishes of deaths breakfast.


By the time this reaches your ears

I will be cursed in betrayal.

I’m ripping down the wallpaper of my heart as we speak,

dragging an ax along carpets where I once laid in love.


I’ve replaced all the doors with windows.

I’ve become more open but I’m letting less people in.

My ventricles are wrecking balls.

My arteries are arson art exhibits.


Little boys and girls have pistols for mouths.

They all have similar targets and I’ve slowly begun

to grow a large red dot on my chest.

There is an orange circle around that,

and a yellow halo around that.

Every time I try to talk to them I see their tongues twitching.


I tell rooms full of strangers

things I don’t tell my best friends.

Those who I see an oasis in desert me.

There are vultures and hyenas that have long circled my failures,

and I fear I will disappear searching for you.


Your attention is worth more to me

than the attention of millions.

I don’t know the depth of your damaged heart

but mine has been broken

into small enough pieces across Detroit

that it will fit in and fix it.

I’ve tried to repair my soul with a hammer

for so long that I know how impossible it is.

I face myself in the mirror knowing that I

have loved bricks that think they are wrenches.

They will have wrecked more than they repair.


If you told me to swallow gasoline

to get that kiss from your flamethrower of a mouth

I would engulf every motor in my city.


I am just a man with a woman’s heart.

There is a landmine between my neck

and my navel and all I want you to do is fall for me.


But by the time this reaches your ears,

I will be back in the mouth of a beast

that wants nothing to do with me. It’s teeth will be stars.

It’s gums will drip comets.

I will suspended the sky above my head

waiting for you to notice me and

the crazy thing about stars

is what you see is really an image of something that died a long time ago.

like an egg broken before being boiled for breakfast,

like a dying animal watching the scavengers

wait for a meal, or a victim of it’s surroundings

waiting for someone, anyone to show them love.

Days I Don’t Have (As Appears in July 2014 issue Front Porch Review)

Days I Don’t Have


Desire, her weight

an iron pressed

on me. Our breaths,

steam. Thighs delicately

held, the glass window

both soaked with rain.


Our clothes, autumn leaves, raked

off our bones, urging us

to spring towards each other, grips

shoveling into backs, shoulder

blades, sharpened by the clench.


The evening sky mimics

the interior of us. Shivers,

shakes, shutters, in my arms. Shining

in, the warm orange orb watches her chest

rising and falling, tides in each

breath, bare breasts sun

kissed by the dawn.


We fog the windows, talking

promises that aren’t full of hot air, before

the drawbridges in our mouths connect. Touching

deeper than what fingertips reach

she says she thought you would be the one

for me. I thought so too all those years ago. I forget

to close my front door when she leaves. These

days I don’t have as much to lose.

Sometimes I don’t want to write. The mirror, hard to look at, even when made of paper. No matter how many times you fold it, your views on self never bend into an origami shape different than what it is.
Deonte Osayande - from NPM #25
2014 Rustbelt Midwest Regional Poetry Slam

This year’s Rustbelt Midwest Regional Poetry Slam is taking place in Detroit, Mi on June 13th and 14th. Events will kick off with a youth slam at the Downtown Branch of the Detroit Public Library (121 Gratiot) with prizes for the youth competing as well as the winner being the opening poet for Finals the following day. Preliminary bouts will be taking place at Trinosophes (1464 Gratiot) and 1515 Broadway (1515 Broadway) on the 13th from 7-9pm and 10pm-midnight. On Saturday the 14th preliminaries will be at 1515 Broadway and the Virgil Carr Center (311 E Grand River) from 12-2pm and 3-5pm. Finals will take place at the Boll Family YMCA (1401 Broadway) from 9pm-midnight on the 14th.
The line up of teams competing in this year’s tournament are as follows:
Misfits (University City, MO),
Lake Effect Poetry (Cleveland, OH),
The Poet’s Haven (Massilion, OH),
Rockford Poetry Slam (Rockford, IL),
Lethal Poetry Slam (Chicago, IL),
Writing Wrongs (Columbus, OH),
Black Boy Fly (various cities),
Sad Boy Supper Club (various cities),
Colorful Women (Detroit, MI),
Bean Team (Providence, RI),
Mild Sauce Enthusiasts Club (Chicago, IL),
Macalaster (Macalaster, MN),
Queen City Slam (Cincinnati, OH),
Team Undateable (St.Paul, MN),
Midwest Wolf Pack (various cities),
Neo Minds Poetry Slam (Detroit, Mi)
Best of luck to all the competing teams and whether you’re a fan, competitor or anything in between, we’re looking forward to seeing you soon.

A part of me, compelled to listen inside, wants me to write what it hears. Another part of me, afraid of the sound, of the breaking.
um…me, I guess.
Next Month I’ll be headling in Reno at this event and at the Battleborn Slam in Las Vegas on the 6th and 8th respectively. If any of yal are out in this region I hope yal come through to enjoy the show.

Next Month I’ll be headling in Reno at this event and at the Battleborn Slam in Las Vegas on the 6th and 8th respectively. If any of yal are out in this region I hope yal come through to enjoy the show.

Sometimes reassurance is the mirage you need to see so you keep going on.