Haiku and Tyku

brken bones are scat/
tered dreams and tears, blue
with the haunting song
blk mouths full of grief
sing. we want to rise
up bathin' in day.


haiku

we cry africa,
africa cries; we taste her
tears on mornin's cheeks.


tyku

rachelle ferrell'in
establishment, we
bumpin' 'satin dolls,'
'hip kats' on the wave
of cigarette-strong
drinks, cologne and sex.


haiku

the congo dances
thru veins of wide smiles-i crouch,
taste sweet sediment.


tyku (for beautiful blk woman)

babylon in my
hips-i speak persia.
eastern gods dot my
eyes, my lips part sweet,
my thighs hold gates of
euphrates...taste me.


haiku

i sonia sanchez'd
my way across paper-feels
good in my own skin!


tyku (for gwynethjones)

her voice: firery fu/
ry fashioned from bones
of dead trumpets. ride
the wave of amber
power, pluckin' my
ears in blatant light.


tyku

i wear blkness on
my right foot, makin'
impressions, sewin'
seeds of ebony
thought and onyx fee/
lings...can you dig it?


tyku (to my locs)

head full of locs speak/
ing forgotten tongues.
blk hands outstretch'd, brush
eternity; touch
reality. Dark
streams of history.


tyku (for blk people)

tribal beauty flow
out of mouths of richness...
history in our
walk, our hips disturb
time; we a baddddd peo/
ple! we real special!


(c) 2006 'House of Atreus' Publishing/ K. Duval-Atreus