[L'Histoire] a poem

a source of you,
brilliant, bourbon, bright,
exists everywhere I go;


in the bedroom
with disheveled sheets
still telling the tale
of how those bruises mounted,
may be enough to explain a history of us





Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[We Know Only of We] a poem

If we're honest,
we both know no love
story exists in me;
the fellow to draft a naturally careless
tale might be a man who doesn't
know any better;

I know of you & you of me
& we of us & of us,
whirling like fumes of flowers &
a mystic fragrance,
adventurous bodies hung
like veils,

simpering sentiments of
unintended slight




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Packed Bags] a poem

as midnight glower,
twitching curtains become
a twitch of certain,
sure of something,
not someone else,
amused,

in contempt,disdain dances just
over my should;

men never fail to disappoint,
you say-



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Lies; with a side of Pastry]

Can you smell the
second-hand smoke every
time I’m given second-hand lies?
Aware of the wary,
why worry if I’m unaware?

Why submit to the truth, when
submitting is untrue to you?
If you are to lie,
be an extraordinary liar,
invent tales so extravagant,
even the lies detected within
are a soothing salt to a weeping
wound




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Ingenuity] a poem

Toulouse-Lautrec sketched here
smug with bourbon in mug

morning after regrets is a nice color on him,
though a day late and a dollar short to
direct alternative accessories




Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[We Know Only of We] a poem

If we're honest,
we both know no love
story exists in me;
the fellow to draft a naturally careless
tale might be a man who doesn't
know any better;


I know of you & you of me
& we of us & of us,
whirling like fumes of flowers &
a mystic fragrance,
adventurous bodies hung
like veils,
simpering sentiments of
unintended slight

Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Gwendolyn's Front-yard Song] a poem

I wander if your mother
is still upset about my ruining
you under her roof

she should have recovered by now;

a lady whose been around
should anticipate what comes
around


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Sky View] a poem

I've long knew you
to be a passive-aggressive masterpiece;
what a match we are,

a sky full of moons in our peripheral,

a house almost finish
if we ever can decide on a roof



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Suburban Bourbon] a poem

Don't be fooled of joyous books,
they too contain terrible things,
all-consuming panic
coddled in a closet by Xanax


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Inter alia] a poem

There's a haphazard fashion
we can fashion from
what's expected

& what of what is not?

Do we sit idle? In Idyllic futility?
What good is wishing upon falling
stars when they are themselves
in the midst of their own tragedies?

Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Twos] a poem

If it takes
your breath away as it does mine,
then we are the same
the two of us
exiled,
endangered,
three-times over damn-near
twice defeated



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You] 

[Converge Worlds] a poem

Don’t black out,
don’t pass out;
It’ll end our night,
pass hours into black ends,
when our sobriety returns us to
the estranged;
A mocha latte grande Starbucks mistress
drunkenly paired with a post-modern man,
who takes your panties & leaves your Prada


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Just Being You] a poem

You’re a public figure,
figures you’re in public,
so mind those discernible,
homing phrases,
alighted glowers
Of course,
the sensation of the average is returning,
ablaze as the maddening of a thousand madonnas


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Lies; with a side of Pastry] a poem

Can you smell the
second-hand smoke every
time I’m given second-hand lies?
Aware of the wary,
why worry if I’m unaware?
Why submit to the truth, when
submitting is untrue to you?
If you are to lie,
be an extraordinary liar,
invent tales so extravagant,
even the lies detected within
are a soothing salt to a weeping
wound


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Liberal Arts] a poem

The courses you take
never seem to determine the
courses you take

A prepared syllabus
contingent on pre-requisites predicts
more-so a revolt,

due to occur at
any sporadic take


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You] 

[On Our Way to the Old Horrors] a poem

The cinemas down the
way always play the
old horrors
we can be nothing earthly there,
two indivisible,
our cadence gripping
& telling our pace on the sidewalks,
the city stilling with every step,
the sound of your breathing
dancing with the pulse in
our interlocked fingers


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Just Look At You]



The Elder Statesman in me,
beloves the unspun texture in your smile,
the way your fingers brush-browse
the decrepit pages of Petit Dictionnaire Classique,
how your skin glistens like Aphrodite out of myth,
enamored rogues,
false in their corruptible way
bone dullness,
companionable conceptus,
swallowed in blankets,
Mezz Mezzrow on vinyl



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You] 

[Banter] a poem

We spoke on the phone
for ages last night;


I dug the very best
of this aging process



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[The Ego Wall] a poem

To be a man
is to forever be ever-vulnerable,
molding tactics allowing no one to exploit it
Spoken like a true patriarch
I’ve missed you around


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]

[Family Ties] a poem

She’s an impractical late-bloomer,
a chip off the old block,
likeness of her mama,
where all the boys had gone
to become men
Light-hearted,
heavy-handed,
heart-lit,
handed heavy,
a sure thing reputation by
familial association


Dontrell Lovet't
from, [If It Be You]