Clouds float by on a summer sky

we makebut the lovewe haveWe are not friendsbecause of the laughswe spendbut the tearswe saveI don’t want to be near youfor the thoughts we sharebut the words we never haveto speakI will never miss youbecause of what we dobut what we aretogether

in the receptivewoman how elseto spenda rainy dayother than with youseeking sun and starsand heavenly bodieshow else to spenda rainy dayother than with you

of life’s winnerswhen she wasn’t surelife to her was some darkdirty secret thatlike some unwanted childtoo late for an abortionwas to be bornealoneshe had so many private habitsshe would masturbate sometimesshe always picked her nose when upsetshe liked to sit with silencein the darksadness is not an unusual statefor the black womanor writersshe took to…

you think i’m scaredbut i’m a big girli don’t cry or anythingI have a greatbig bed to roll aroundin and lots of spaceand i don’t dreambad dreams like i usedto have that youwere leaving meanymoreNow that you’re gonei don’t dreamand no matterwhat you thinki’m not lonelysleepingall alone

(though only in a factual sense)That in the wake of aHer-I-can comes aShowerSurely I am notThe gravitating forcethat keeps this housefull of panthersWhy, LBJ has made itquite clear to meHe doesn’t give aGood goddamn what I think(else why would he continue to masterbate in public?)Rhythm and Blues is notThe downfall of a great civilizationAnd I…

bout those beautiful beautiful beautiful outasightblack menwith they afroswalking down the streetis the same ol dangerbut a brand new pleasuresitting on stoops, in bars, going to officesrunning numbers, watching for their whorespreaching in churches, driving their hogswalking their dogs, winking at mein their fire red, lime green, burnt orangeroyal blue tight tight pants that hugwhat…