Been kind of overwhelmed, I believe I missed last week’s love poem, here’s a pre-Valentine poem, in my 52-week, love poem, per-week, personal challenge. I gotta make sure I copyright my shyt, just like they be stealing Katt Williams’s jokes, these Intellectual Property thieves are fo’real.
No. 5
MY EBONY VALENTINE
In hues of melanin, our love story starts,
A melody of souls, entwined like…
if you google "what is it called when" and the first letter of a beatle, autocomplete writes you a little poem about their apocalyptic destiny.
john paul
george ringo
(I'm sorry, but "rats get stuck together, reality feels like a dream, rocks fall down a mountain" has more emotional comprehension of the beatles story than many nine hundred page biographies.)
Another Monday love poem drop.
No. 4
HIGH SPEED
Skirt, skirt…..
We damn near crashed
in our Bugatti
from high speed
smoking weed
it was you and I
till we die
damn near went off that canyon road
Wake up call
cause it wouldn’t been you and I no mo’
But nothing could break this love
Not even death
So we flirted with it
Played with it
This is what you do
When you’re Bonnie and Clyde…
Going through an unbelievably traumatic past, losing your family, getting cast out, throwing yourself into bounty hunting, but ultimately finding a new family and choosing to be good and kind despite everything
okay but HOW was Holly Black able to make a poem from Charlotte Mew, a poet from the 19th and 20th Century, work SO INCREDIBLY well in a story of faerie fiction???
Every Monday, I want to try to be the day I publish one love poem a week. It will only be for 52-weeks. Listening to the music being played in the cell next to me is an OG Crip, well he is older than me by ten years out of Watts Vario Grape. He really goes bacc to what sounded like The Shirelles, and Sam Cook. But what really had my mind going there, as far as a Monday Love poem type of vibe was…