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“What you dream last night?" she asks.
Then cackles as you tell.
Two dollars a night at Dolly's house.
Beats any cheap hotel.
"Ooooo, dat’s ten dem, six and fotty-two."
Dolly makes your dream life pay.
Scrawny dream-divining witch
Wins at numbers almost every day.
That’s her new house by the shanty there --
Empty, she prefers the old.
Washing dainties for her girls
At the Club Maracaibo.
Sixteen-year-old pregnant niece
Sitting sphinx-like over dinner.
Dear Dolly be my Valentine.
God Love me for a sinner.
Had her a Honduran gent-man once
But she shot him to get free.
“Did not try to kill him though,
only wing him in de knee."
Dolly's ancient, eighty-some.
Black as coal and looks the part.
Tell her what she wants to know.
Dolly knows your dreams by heart.
Kapier hopped frog-like
Up the scaly trunk
Tracing a parabolic arc
Into the fronds above.
Here, above the tumult
Of the villages below
He kept his assignation
With the budding nuts.
Tapping the tiny orbs
For nectar tears
Into a coconut shell cup.
Decanted in a soy bott1e
Fermented and transformed
This disarming dew
Kept Kapier a happy man.
Until the day he dropped
Onto the beach below
And climbed no more.
These Perseid nights this perch upon the cistern tower is my bed
Galactic shots come sizzling in from space
Trace laser beams on retinas and erase themselves
Overhead Aquila’s eye is bright
As Cygnus makes a swan dive down the night.
Plays Segovia til it gets late
Through shanty cracks
Culture’s one thing
This jungle lacks
Eggs on the table
Chicks are cheeping
Judy’s in bed
She’d rather be sleeping
Have a drink
Smoke some cream
All Poems, H.H. Howze © 2017