Move on, ain’t nothing to see (unedited- a work in progress)

Move on, ain’t nothing to see but a mouth opening to say bullshit disguised as words offering comfort and security and confirming friendship  and the script calls for them to walk off the stage when the scene is over  and you don’t realize you’re even on a stage but to reiterate move on, ain’t nothing to see because it’s all bullshit because words mean nothing if they’re not followed up with action, which is never done and you don’t realize this because you believe what your so called friends say and they leave walking off the stage into the sunset walking away in the opposite direction of you they walk and they walk and walk away until you can't see them anymore despite they're promise  to return, to be there for you or with you - they gone.

 So, move on, ain’t nothing to see. Nothing but fake people. 

In a one-man (or woman) play.

A Note To Donnie, The Barber

Yo Donnie wassup??

I know I said I wanted dreadlocks

this time

(last time)

and I still do.

I want’em tight & neat

crowning the top

of my nappy head with frizzes at the ends,

and I want’em growing down my back

like Bob Marley’s, but this time

I can’t do it; I gotta establish

myself AGAIN

as an intelligent educated black man

for an upcoming interview,

and I can’t give them any extra excuses

to prejudge me that they will already use,

despite my being more than qualified for the position.

so, cut it shorter this time, man.

Yo, Donnie, cut it real short and even,

but don’t cut any of the soul away. 

Alieux Casey-George   , 1999

If

i don't understand

how one can 

consider themselves

complete

without love.

when I was single I was always looking for you.

i feel you've made my life better

just by being in it,

&

if you were to leave

there would be a void

so big

so deep

that 5 women could not fill.

--

         ( a rough draft- not sure it's done)

You make me

You make me want 
to search for the first line
to the type of love poem
a new one
the first line powerful enough
to make you wet
before I even composed the second line. 

She

her body
looks like
tastes like she was dipped in
marinated in coffee
no creme just sugar

strong but fluid
enough to jolt me awake
her sweetness keeping me awake
giving me i-
deas
of what to do

next--

Bonjour


--alexgeorge

Oh Hell No

No


I thought you had been prayed away.


I thought I had stomped you into oblivion.


I thought I had become overwhelmed to the point where


God decided I had had enough.


Latched on secretly


Piggyback


Onto the semblance of realness


against a smooth surface

 ( like a Trojan horse


You were? )


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.


I thought it was time for me to be blessed.


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.


Were you sitting


watching?


biding your time?


With your leaning on my every word


Stroking my


ego like no other.


lurking


around corners


like a cat


patiently waiting?


The epidermis of the heart


sand paper-like.

 like bones that have been hollowed out. 
collapsing under it's weight. 


Oh no, not you again.


Oh hell no.



…


You’re here.


Damn.


latched on secretly


like a Trojan horse.


Were you waiting for the right moment


until the moment


I told myself


I could love and trust someone again


for you to make your presence known


for you to attack the most vulnerable part of me-


my heart?


Yes.



--alexgeorge

This is a rough draft.

Sunny Side Up

I'm going to pretend 

you never existed,

and if you never existed,

then you never broke my heart.

and I can go through life 

feeling hopeful,

knowing that somewhere

God has a love 

with my name on it.

--alexgeorge