POETRY: "FRE3BAS3" by O.J. Huckleberry

IT'S LIKE THE 80s CAUGHT

UP WITH US.

Cocaine has become "cool"

again. 

We all have become fools

again;

It seems crack hasn't 

broken us enough.

Generations of ADHD babies

reborn on Cinco de Mayo.

The stench of Reaganomics

lingers in the air 

With Wretched Prejudice.

...

Newborns afflicted with 

weakened genes--- 

The struggle for a normal

life, has become painful.

We ignore the dangers facing

our community,

Crack is wack, 

Cocaine got us stuck

Like Blood hounds 

searching for a trace-less scent.

 --- After all who wants to 

be friends with a

Fre3Bas3 baby?

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POETRY: "Intellext" by O.J. Huckleberry

Her words, concise,
Brief, like these lines.

Filled with landmines
of explored rhetoric.

Her articulate tongue able
to dance with syllables

Like lovers at an elegant
reception.

...

She's receptive to my
knowledge, taking in
My heavy vocabulary

Regurgitating her thoughts
like well planned blueprints;
she's meticulous with her words.

Our ideas take flight
with every additional
contribution, we learn

Better from each other
than from the professor.
She asks me:

"What is love as you
understand it?"

I reply, "It is a relationship
in which you never cease
to learn, one where you grow

together."

...

Is this what it feels like
to be in love?
Or, is this a mere infatuation?
Her intellext is attractive for sure.

And I know she's intent on
loving mine.
Her third eye scintillates
like the stars.

She is sequacious and
seductive, smooth and
salacious, slender and
slick.

I surpass her aesthetic
preferences and mental
expectations; she knows
I can be quite arrogant.

I breathe easier knowing
she's formulating ways
to impress me, instead of
stress me.

Dare I say
I've met my match?

Copyright || 2014