Pussyology and Afterbirth
As I was sayin papichulo
My pussy’s got a name
But you don’t know it / never bothered to ask
First Steps
In the living room between separated couches,
Sun beaming on the wall while suspense arouses.
Three Poems
Barreling like gut born love songs
Your ancestors are smiling
As we pass the time
When we ride
It's language
Poem for David's Installation
Tribes' fearless leader, "Blind Guy," Steve Cannon penned this poem to accompany David Hammons' exhibit on Charles White and Leonardo DaVinci at the Museum of Modern Art. Dig it!
Our Story
Vince, the teenager with ''exuberance'', was on the verge of plunging into the waters of decadence-----being friends with Oasis, his agemate and a juvenile with questionable character---until his parents sat him down to tell him their teenage stories---how they grew---experiencing the bad and ugly sides of life but became responsible as young adults and parents. Several years later, Vince's tuned-new-leaf situation inspired him to write ''Family Tells A Story'', In Family Matters and Home Magazines.
Centerstage
I saw a play the other night
on Broadway and I learned
that the stage is within me
not in front of me
Red Bean Soup
I cannot bring it to the international food fest
at the middle school; it will be returned
like the tea eggs after orchestra practice.
Two Pairs of Feet
He calls out to all seated in silk and florals
To believe
Another life we have
Far greater and bigger than here
Spoken Word Poet Beau Sia Visits Tribes
Beau Sia, Bob Holman and Steve during a recent visit at Tribes.
Check out Beau's 37 Poems for Steve Cannon on his YouTube Channel!
Crackcidental
The author of Negrophobia has run off
with my Marxist roommate, but it's fine.
®í-§þon-$uh -bɻ (Responsible)
Some say a sad poem is slightly better than a bad poem. I had the habit of writing both.