Its My Time: I Am Poet B. Lee

Monday, August 31, 2009

Breakfast in Bed

@ Gallery Place/Chinatown

don't open your eyes

don't let it dissolve

smell the baking bread, bacon and eggs

feel the ache in your center from when he broke you off...

roll over in the covers

savor the scent of manliness mixed with cologne

open your eyes, breathe deep and smell nothing

let it all fade away cuz you're alone...

Sunday, August 30, 2009

@ U St. Cardozo

holding the door open for her
he smiles as if they'd just met
he resists the urge to smack her fatty
cuz it'd make him dip his tongue where he knew she'd be wet
loving the way they must behave in public was a tease
dick hard enough he could cry
but they both liked playing the game
because he knew he'd make up for it tonight

Marco-Polo

@ Columbia Heights

I don't know where you are
but I feel your presence in my peace
your quiet admonishment is my guiding star
your absence and anonymity brings me pleasure in great release
I step out and say, 'Marco!' because your energy leaves residue in my world
But your refusal to respond 'Polo' causes my creativity and wonder to unfurl...

Thursday, August 27, 2009

A Love Deferred

@ Fort Totten

Ah… I could not wait to get to this one. The following was inspired by Langston Hughes’ A Dream Deferred. Please check out the link.

A Love Deferred

What happens to a love deferred?
Does it dry up like dew in the morning sun?
Does it age and become fine
the way pressed grapes turn into wine
Or does it eat away at the soul the way cancer can metastasize?
Does it become softer, fonder and sweeter with age
Will it make me run forever
Or write page after page?