Skip to main content

Haunted (Louis Toliver Jr. - Swartz, LA)

Our ghosts are watching
The Past lingers in conversation 
The cemetery is cold 
Our graves have no blankets 
But it's our yearly date 
Which warms us
You ask, "How's your coffee?"
I say, "Cold," of course.
On Halloween
We walk hand in hand 
From grave to grave 
Making up stories of their dead lives 
Taking our minds off our dead lives 
"It's a shame I only see you yearly,"
I shrug at the moon
Look at you and move in for a kiss
You move away, "What year is it?"
I say, "I'm not sure." 
We see a tombstone with 2014
"We've been seven years dead," you pause
I move in for another kiss 
This time you let me
"If only I could have kissed you alive,"
I feel my death at these words.
We kiss throughout the moonlight
Wishing we had lived for our love 
When morning came 
You went in your grave 
And I went in mine 
Waiting for another year to pass 
Haunted by each other 


Popular posts from this blog

This Little White Boy Who Wanted Some Nigger In Him (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

Grew up on a plantation
Secluded from the world
I knew classes but didn’t understand race
Because what raced through my veins wasn’t something of which I could ever speak
My father could fuck the slave girls
But I couldn’t touch the men
It filled me with resentment
Fueled my resentment with lust
Until it was too much to take
It was a small contained community
White as the cotton in the fields
Only dark around the edges where the black men lived
Ploughing the fields
I’d imagine them ploughing me
Glistening with sweat as the sun bathed their shoulders
The sweat running down until it pooled around the waistband of their thin cotton pants
Their skin
Black, almost indigo, like night
Some like coffee with milk in it
Cafe au lait
I could smell their musk
Watched as their muscly bodies worked
I yearned
This little white boy who wanted some nigger in him
To fall beneath the weight of one
As he heaved
As he forced his throbbing cock into my crevice
I longed for even the pa…

"I Love You" is Enough (Louis Toliver Jr)

Please don’t stress I see what you do all year Everyday you show me Through your actions How much you care for me But please don’t stress It’s not money or possessions That make me give my life to you It’s the moments that are small When people don’t care to look That you show your love most So don’t stress to demonstrate What you already know you do Just say “I love you” and… My underwear will come off for you

Poet's Cry for Mike Tidewell (Barry Sons - Berwick, LA)

I heard the Politician say in a hunter’s whisper, “There’s a poet in the marsh, I heard one today. He was crying about the marshland’s accelerated decay.”
“Mr. Politician, can you help us anyway? I refuse to think our marsh is so quickly Going away. If we can scan the galaxy And bring men back from the dead, Why can’t we save our marsh? I can’t Get that around my head.”
There’s a poet in the marsh, I heard one today. Whining and crying; Who needs them anyway?” “Mr. Politician, I’m here to make you feel. Try to wrap your heart around the things that Are real. Like love and friendship passion and Sorrow; the love of earth and concern for tomorrow.”
“There’s a poet in the marsh, I heard one today." Mr. Politician, I cry for America’s wetlands,