for Quincy T. Troupe Sr.
father, it was an honor to be there, in the dugout with you,
the glory of great black men swinging their lives
as bats, at tiny white balls
burning in at unbelievable speeds, ridi...
Das Camelia by Marvin E. Williams
Open, let me taste you again, eternal fruit
let me taste again the juices seasoned
by soursop and papaya, mango and guava,
tamrind and the robust mananas sapping
I know brokers of diamond dreams,
who copulate in mines when mates are in fetters.
I know IMF; International Misery Fellows, whose
kindness borders on wretchedness.
I know desire that flowered trauma,