Proof of Life
Today
I tried to celebrate your birthday
But
I’m burdened from burgundy
Within your 3rd degree
and this isn’t the first time you’ve disappointed me.
It’s not the first time I heard your voice run from me
See
it used to be like,
I could only catch
your answering machine
and beneath the recording
i heard something that sounded like me
hoping
you could maybe
return your frequency
but my dream had always fell
in two another
dream
where i never choked on my word
when you disappointed me.
Poignantly
Pardon me
I’ve placed manner where I thought it’s supposed to be
This avenue a river runs through explosively
Because I fly fish with my tongue
To keep you close to me.
But in each block and boulevard
you mark your boundaries
Building dams to resuscitate
Your distance from me
We look alike but never shared the same disease
Because today was the day we started differently
Today was to be the day
When the past didn’t matter to me
Instead we switch place
And this becomes a memory
Father becomes Son
Son becomes Father
And I am what I inherited
Proof of your life acknowledged
You Don’t Know What Love Is
(Note to reader, please start poem from the bottom and read going up the page)
Hey Loved.
You missed (you)
to ears
bringing sound
grow a palm
My tongue will
live
which you
the cloud atop on
and
if the sky aborts
is
Adopts to forget and
It gives receives submits
You know what love is
in bed
if today died yesterday
whats love
dead
doesn't know whats
If
tomorrow
but
whats love
You left
from the dust
persistence
In
it always found me
Step
in your finger
whole over half
I found it breathing
You
know what love is
Hey
love
Poet-Musician Marcus Bowers lives and works in his studio in
White Plains, NY. He received his B.A Studio Art and Creative Writing from
Hunter College. His words and music have been heard throughout New York and
internationally. He is recently returned to the states from touring through
Germany.