Big Red Lips and The Smartest Man in the World
I haven't been posting much lately because I want to save a lot of the new material that I have been producing for my book of poetry that should be out some time this Summer. I hope to have it available in paperback, hard cover (very limited), and as an eBook. Thanks again for your continued patronage despite the fact that the site has been dead for a little over a month. Here are two poems I wrote recently. The first is dedicated to my Auntie, Shirley Gipson. She passed this past week and I haven't been able to quantify how I feel. Like most people I don't really know how to deal with death, I don't know how to feel or what to say or what to do. The loss of life is tantamount to paralysis, a numbing of emotions. It almost feels like I'm indifferent to that unknown part of life because it is unknown. The haze that is forcibly embraced when a life full of hugs, and sisters, and children, and brothers, and love, and laughter, and success, and failures and big red kisses perishes and is engulfed by a vat of exploited and unavoidable uncertainty. The second is based upon a Tweet I tweeted last night after losing in a game of pool at the Shortstop, "I'm more intelligence than 100 percent of the people I follow and who follow me." As you would expect a shit load of people took the justified opportunity to correct my grammar (intelligent instead of intelligence), which I deserved. I'm usually not that boastful or pompous and I don't believe that I'm that intelligence at all. I don't know what I was feeling at the time (super fucking smart I guess). I think I am probably more ignorant and retarded than most people because the more I read that distorted, false, and arrogant statement I think that it makes complete sense. Thanks again and please keep reading. I love you Aunt Shirley.
Big Red Kisses
"Come here my precious!"
A kiss on your forehead, cheeks, and lips
My face under attack as she uses it for target practice
I look in the mirror and see big red kisses
Radiant on my skin
"You better not wipe them off!"
She would say when her assault of love was done
Cousins, and Brothers, and Uncles and Nieces all victims
Everyone knows from who those kisses came
"Aunt Shirley got you too?"
Yep, that's who! Those big red kisses how they've soothed
Something we all embraced and looked forward to
And how we all knew
That to wipe that kiss off without her permission
Only meant more big red kisses
The permanence of those kisses as she would of had them
Still remains on my face
A symbol of love that was infectious
And although you're sending your kisses
From places unseen and unknown
I feel those big red kisses Auntie
When I look in the mirror
They cover me
Rest well Auntie Shirley Gipson
I am the Smartest Man I Know
I am more intelligence than 100 percent of the people who follow me
Who reed what I right and love what I say
I kan't deny this delite and what I feal
In this world feeled with unintelligence zeal
How write you are to follow me
Four I am smarter than you
And no which is the best root
You could of none that two
If you wear as smart as I was
Their are to many people
Who follow steeples and evil and feebles
Know one is smarter than me
Model you're life after mine
I am the smartest man I know
Being that I no know one
It shows
