Five poems by Lee Bob Black for Sonhos Intensivos (Intense Dreams)On March 8th, 2008, I performed a poetry reading at Tara DePorte’s art exhibition Sonhos Intensivos (Intense Dreams) at Bar-Bar, a café in Ponta Negra, Natal, Brasil. I read:
Before After before enlightenment chopping wood carrying water after enlightenment sitting in cafés drinking coffees Afraid To Remember Inside you, you have all power, all wisdom, all compassion, all confidence, all worth. Sometimes though, you forget. There’s nothing wrong with forgetting. Likewise with remembering. Who you are can't be taken or destroyed, only temporarily forgotten. Guiltless If women had a peephole into men’s minds, just for a few seconds, they’d come for us at night, shoot us all, and not feel guilty in the slightest. Why do some women cry after sex? is it me? was it something I said? didn’t say? was it something I did? didn’t do? is it you? are you hormonal? I know you hate when I ask that, but I need to know. so you’re not going to tell me why you’re crying just moments after we had sex? are you going to tell me why in a couple of days? write me a letter? My Name My name appears on tens of thousands of women’s butts and breasts. My name swiggles as they saunter. So obliging of them to put me on show. How many erect nipples and moist twots are touching my name at this moment? Forget my name up in lights. Place me on a staunch and cuddly woman’s body and my life is that closer to being complete. |