Youngasabean - by James Dunn

You at right now
Luck and love
Love will explode in these hills
Our beds will be ovens.
Dirt covers you
You are as young as a bean.

A City From Above - by James Dunn

The city is no different from above.
I see struggle.
People with sweet poor faces falling into a mess of numbers.
All they want, I think, is to kiss their kids.
The city from above,
Each brow a light.

Mexican Independence day (the real one). - by James Dunn

When the clouds condensed
it rained.
Everything shined like a new dime.
The houses wore their lumber like perfume.
Bricks were putty.
Wine, wine, wine and wine.
Streak it behind your ears.

I only lie about you. - by James Dunn

Um...ahem....uh...ugh.
VICTORY.
Kissing me on my forehead for a change.
Too late, i'm too big to win a prize.
We did it simple and stepped wrong.
Take your bow, I'm gonna be at McDonalds.
Killin the millepedes.

Don't fear it jus cuz I do. - by James Dunn

I only make love to the future.
In your socks I have my shirt off.
Livin to look at the line and turn the page.
Wearing tights or wearing a suit.
Hands outside the window,
trying to turn the night over to catch the cold side.
It'll catch my cheek.
And in my socks you'll have your shirt off.

I need a little help. - by James Dunn

Teach me to write good...
SOMEBODY.
A southern black woman preferably.
I don't just want to pretend to be an acorn squash.
I want TO BE an acorn squash.
UP
HIGH
SHINE IN
LIGHT.

No Pyramids to bow and think next to - by James Dunn

Rich man.
Pyramids in pockets.
Two eye holes scraped
into
your conversation
with
the
waitress

Oh sweet passing of days hold thy tongue - by James Dunn

Young or old, in between
A sporadic heaving of fortune bound to idlywild sperm
A lesson taught to my loins, my mind lays still.
I know from the fantasies that you, beauty, are all I want
I love you.
I think of you,
and how safe you are,
inside my thoughts.
Flesh, could I ever protect you?

If I knew the freedom you have
I don't think I could ever be sad again.
Fantasy is a swift comfortable hand movement.

Pox - by James Dunn

Join the army.
Join the Navy.
Join the marines.
Watch the soles of your shoes
elongate and misform
from standing on tip toes for so long.
And these are just the women and children
hanging posters for the war.

Sharing Beds - by James Dunn

The light can only come into the room from
one side.
Which means half of us may stay sleeping.
There are too many of us in this room
honey.
Sometimes your posture and movement
takes me away from the world.
Just like the
black soul singers do.

Trees - by James Dunn

Trees don't hit me until I lay on my back
or fall
and see fifty hands in my face

Flashes of shrimpe - by James Dunn

What did You want most?
To stay and fight?
To fight for what?
Ease?
The colors of the sea creatures
that eat the shrimp
are at last
aware of the gravity of the situation.
How many times will your
grandfathers die
to never be eaten?

God - by James Dunn

I wonder if I am worthy of heaven,
or just a hapless cry into a big pan.
I watch my life braide into others,
and misbehave with curls of hair that
orbit laughingly around belligerent glimmers
of hope and dignity.
I want to wrap myself in an old worn piece of carpet
and retaliate until I'm free.
make a life of my own
where the steam table is
decent enough for potatoes.

I Am Aware - by James Dunn

The clouds came to me today and said
I have a very personal package to deliver
I said I am in no position to move the heavens
and a letter fell from the sky, a friendly sky with clouds
shaped like open hands.
the letter said, why did you move to chicago?
then the clouds movie fogged into pictures of my birth.
My mother screamed. My head covered in blood and light, the doctor
was a picture of a ship. My father a ten dollar bill.
The road to where I am a graduation photo.
And the nagging yellow of my courage

Idea Monger - by James Dunn

Can you borrow a pen?
no.
Ideas are sacred and
mine are holy
so no.
I want to win.
Where is Spaulding Grey.
I would fein to understand
him
Unless we have his body.
Masses
masses
masses
masses
masses
masses
masses
of
great
ideas
that lead to
Disappearance.