meat eaters |
She was every song I've ever heard and even some I haven't, wrapped in her cloak of unfulfilled prophecies and thoughts forever lost on me.
With the gospel in her hips and the way that she walks,...
Posted by jesi bravo on Wed, 18 Jul 2007 04:32:00 PST |
C-sharp |
I could trace this moment back to its origins twenty years ago. My mother's tears aglow and the womb i was snatched from. And whom I was snatched from. The taste in your mouth reminded you of that. It...
Posted by jesi bravo on Tue, 19 Jun 2007 06:11:00 PST |
A is for Anesthetic |
With my fingers slightly twisted the wrong way&who's to say? I watched the days crumble into months and the moon into clouds. I watched the fabric speak out loud, existentially. Whispering naughty sec...
Posted by jesi bravo on Tue, 30 Jan 2007 10:48:00 PST |
Corkscrew promises |
and velveteen regrets.I'm too strong to beg you back these days. But I'm still sad for the leaving. Yeah, the leaving was the hardest.And I'll forgive you when the sun comes and rinses off my melancho...
Posted by jesi bravo on Sat, 02 Dec 2006 05:48:00 PST |
we can't just |
define, package, and manufacture love like we want to. it's way too complex and personal for that. love is an experiment and an experience.nobody knows how to do it "the right way." you play it by ear...
Posted by jesi bravo on Thu, 30 Nov 2006 01:31:00 PST |
Partly Cloudy |
Lately,
Hmm, Baby, lately I've been laying in the sun with my concubine- Life. She holds me close and whispers shameful secrets to my left ear. When you left here, I started publishing lyrical tap...
Posted by jesi bravo on Sat, 18 Nov 2006 08:35:00 PST |
Of Sharelle |
Sharelle Denise Johnson-(Harris),I submit to you everything that I am, everything that I have the potential to be, all that I ever was, any image of what I've ever imagined could become of me. I am yo...
Posted by jesi bravo on Tue, 07 Nov 2006 06:35:00 PST |
Pink Lemonade |
by jesi harris
Life under the shade of summer heat is a glass of pink lemonade on the wrap-around porch, rocking in the arms of 1987 or 1988. Pretending that the new millennium is centuries...
Posted by jesi bravo on Thu, 19 Oct 2006 07:44:00 PST |
Boot-leggin' Your Sprit |
Sorry, I've been boot-leggin' your spirit since the moment I met you, I just couldn't take my fingers off your aura so I offered you orange massages with matchboxes underneath. Because every time I'm ...
Posted by jesi bravo on Tue, 10 Oct 2006 07:39:00 PST |
Scotch is such a pretty color. . . |
Scotch is such a pretty color&
by jesi harris
Don't find me where the skies are bluer and life is slower. Don't even look for my smoke signals or my message in the sand. I put it in your hands and you...
Posted by jesi bravo on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 07:05:00 PST |
