Harlem Get Up (Poem)

What’s that smell?
I just ate my vomit

Don’t look now
Here comes Harlem

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

“Excuse me Mrs.
Can you spare some change?

Coffee?
A donut?
Some soup from the Chinese?

I’m hungry
And tired
And living in hell

Please pay the toll when you come where I dwell…”

A Little Dab Will Do (Poem)

A little dab will do

That’s what we all say
Til that little dab is through

No time for horse play

As we go off to the races
Which one will come first?

The high I desire?
Or my face in the dirt?