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So today I got to be on television representing the Detroit National Poetry Slam Team. It was a dope experience. Unfortunately the network put up the wrong link to help us out and we still have to raise some funds for our hotel at nationals. If you want to help out or know somebody who does the link is below. Either way, check out the story.
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
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.
A World of Literary Pieces
Geosi is a blogger from Ghana who’d read a few of my poems and reached out to me for an interview on his blog. It was a honor to do and he had some pretty good questions. Check it out.
The 2014 Detroit Poetry Slam Team is headed to the National Poetry Slam this year to compete against close to 80 other teams for designation of the 2014 Champs.
The Detroit National Poetry Slam Team is trying to raise funds to get to Oakland, Ca to compete in the National Poetry Slam this August and can use your help.
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.
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.