skip the irony of the laboratory
and the four hundred bucks.
As I was sayin papichulo
My pussy’s got a name
But you don’t know it / never bothered to ask
In the living room between separated couches,
Sun beaming on the wall while suspense arouses.
Barreling like gut born love songs
Your ancestors are smiling
As we pass the time
When we ride
It's language
Tribes' fearless leader, "Blind Guy," Steve Cannon penned this poem to accompany David Hammons' exhibit on Charles White and Leonardo DaVinci at the Museum of Modern Art. Dig it!
Read MoreMy hands are hardened to the springtime task
Of ripping out dead wildflower stalks
Leftover from last fall.
Read MoreVince, the teenager with ''exuberance'', was on the verge of plunging into the waters of decadence-----being friends with Oasis, his agemate and a juvenile with questionable character---until his parents sat him down to tell him their teenage stories---how they grew---experiencing the bad and ugly sides of life but became responsible as young adults and parents. Several years later, Vince's tuned-new-leaf situation inspired him to write ''Family Tells A Story'', In Family Matters and Home Magazines.
Read MoreI saw a play the other night
on Broadway and I learned
that the stage is within me
not in front of me
I cannot bring it to the international food fest
at the middle school; it will be returned
like the tea eggs after orchestra practice.
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He calls out to all seated in silk and florals
To believe
Another life we have
Far greater and bigger than here
Read MoreMeet Luciann Berrios - Astoria native and Tribes Poet.
Read MoreSome say a sad poem is slightly better than a bad poem. I had the habit of writing both.
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