Charles W Harvey
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Some readers find comfort in reading poetry, turning the pages and enjoying a rhythm as comforting as a cat's purring. But some poems rocket you out of your comfort zone. They have the audacity to get in your face and shake up your rump. Robert Frost said, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." However, I believe words should also be the founders of thoughts. 
Most of the poems in 3AM were birthed at that hour, or at some point in the witching hours between midnight and dawn. I hope these poems lift you from the pages or pixels on your screen and send your heart flying around the room.

Excerpts:

He Has the Most
 
 
His body in summertime--
Sticky maple syrup
Poured over smoked skin and bones
Not a stitch on
Except shorts the color of old motor oil.
He wanders through parking lots
And people, trying
To catch up with his name
Pacing a few steps ahead.
Where is his bed, I wonder,
Alone in mine to ponder?
Someone feeds him, but his blood
Burns it up quick
Leaving only muscles,
And stories matted in his hair.

New York THOTs
 
4 corners of black women
Madison Ave and 49th squared
Black, blue, orange, and pink
Blouses billowing.
Cat eyes meet at the shoes
Sandals, flats, heels, wedges
Checking judging THOT--
“THOT, who she think she is?”
The light turns green with envy
A bus rumbles by--
Disintegration

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