Lightness in the pit of your stomach
Moving up
Premeditated background noise reminds me
Numbers scroll by, counting the cost
Moving down
Controlled fall
To your place in the big box
Arrive with spaghetti legs
On time....
Coalhouse
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Coalhouse
Blues Man Pt. 1I gotta train to catch I hear it coming Sitting on a rusty bench in Natchez Mississppi Waiting for the iron horse Red dust cling to my my Florsheim heels One step from the plantation My blues on a string Juke joint preachin Sing blasphemous sermons amplified Making loose women tap painted toes Deep down south Cotton and the Klan grow out the ground I learned to get down On Guitar and Gin Brought a one way ticket to Chicago Running from Mississippi I hear that train coming Heading up north That horn hollering in the distance I gotta train to catch Goin up north Tired of greens and gristle Swing low sweet chariot Maybe I'll buy a Lincoln sedan Blacker than me In Chicago Land Find me a sophisticated lady Who like how I squeeze six strings A note from n...  |
CivilizedI am trying to be civil Sensible As you say civilized I am a creation of your civilization I am the negro you need The nigg*r when you don't Moral whiplash last longer than the birth of a nation I am a creation of your civilization How many shovels can you dig this with I am The stranger in your bedroom closet I am The stranger in your bed I know you sleep with hatred I tried to be civil Sensible Martin Luther King dignified Skinny tie soliloquy Waiting for you to be civilized Let me slip into something more comfortable I love the lie you told me You came to civilize Cuz I was uncivilized You fed me bible and bullsh!t Which I devoured A... |
American IdolsCue the music Strike up the band Manufacture the tears Manufacture the cheers Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords At the church of artificial gods Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame The whole world knows your name Praying to posters for penitence You can't touch your Gods Look but don't touch Six degrees of separation A universe divided between followers and the followed Dancing the latest dance Singing the latest song Wearing the latest clothes Pitiful puppets with no strings attached Who do you love What do you love Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal Who do you love What do you love Praise lab grown petri dish distractions So called superstars run rough shod through id... |
The Object of Desire (Poem inspired by the book The Delectable Negro)We are the object of desire Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees For all the world to see The strange business of bodies as a commodity Sexual oddity Sorrow sold to the highest bidder We are the objects of deviant desire Black breeding Black seeding White needing A sick skin fetish Massa did'nt make love He made babies Mullato mandingos infected with the blood of perdition Athletic ex Africans play on manicured plantation fields With numbers on their backs Others with numbers under their chins Playing the same game Our skin belongs to them Their sin belongs to us Photogenic negroes smile as flesh and blood ebony trophies Feeding frenzied fantasies Watching buck naked nigg*rs<... |
The Road Part 2Matthew 7:13-14 For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it.... And so it goes This road cuts deep in the soles of my feet Granite pebbles pierce my soul Walk a thousand miles on a promise Misplaced faith made me wander A vagabond on the road No rest for the weary I travel backstreets searching for salvation A piece of Jesus in my pocket The Devil riding shotgun I limp on I limp on The road hurts my pride I swallow spit and solitude I send a telegraph to my legs to keep moving The road lives under my feet Uneven sufaces sacrafice my sins And so it goes The road Reality under my feet Reminding me of the past present and future I carry emotional baggage on br... |
The SicknessIt begins with a cough Low grade fever Night sweats Diarrhea of the mouth Also known as talking shi*t Throwing up lies Vomiting untruths Regurgitating hate The Sickness It lingers in the air Lives on door knobs Bathroom walls And leather living rooms The Sickness Killed JFK Killed MLK Upper respiratory allegory Infects the angels of our conscious The Sickness Burned crosses The Sickness Crucified Christ The Sickness Living in blood streams Mass murder day dreams Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion No cure for the cultural concubines Who lay down with the dogs of war No vaccination No transfusion The Sic... |
Sex MajicShe had voodoo in her thighs We made love on a ouija board Bodies moving involuntarily Convulsions Compulsions Inside a sexual seance .Performing devilish acts with arched backs Her sex majic left a aftertaste Sticky and sweet Witchcraft hips with muscle memory Lips kiss my wet dream Sex majic... |
AestheticHave you ever Written your name on a foggy window Childs play You know when its warm inside And its cold outside Use your finger as a pen Condensation is a sketch book Temporary letters Kiss the glass Ephemeral consonants and verbs Spell out missing intentions Write last rites with water vapor Disappear into thin air...... |
Steel Rain/Billions for BombsMile high murder from above Steel rain Human beings blown to smithereens Human beings as collateral damage War by other names Police Actions Pacification Interventions Regime Change Change you into a corpse Unalive alibis lie in shallow graves Steel rain falling on Sand Nigg*rs Tan Nigg*rs Yellow Nigg*rs Towel Heads Camel Jockeys HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU HATE YOU TO LIBERATE YOU Billions for bombs Peace for a price Steel Rain... ( Iran is just the Beginning ) |
Free Style HaikuHidden tears under a waterfall Sorrow matches raging currents Fast moving Angry waters Doomed to a waterfall Hidden tears Emotional facades Concrete calluses Erode over time and mystery Rushing water turning boulders into pebbles As souls float downstream Hidden in the waterfall...
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