Marcus Wicker

Dec 15, 2023 | poets.org | LaTasha N. Diggs |Marcus Wicker

Find and share the perfect poems. Lillian simply feathered her tresses. flossy highlights swirly frost w/ ceramic flat. w/ a slight toss she fixed  her radiate do towards the back of neck. profound genteel shoulders. high & mighty. distinguished shoulders that ain’t causin’ no AfterFall  her left-hand whiffs off any second guessing. Lillian has a doctorate in linguistics. says so on the opening page of her powerpoint. her audience squints. projection blurry w/ glare.

Mar 29, 2023 | poetryfoundation.org | Marcus Wicker

No chain link fences leapt in a single bound. No juke move Nike commercial, speeding bullet Skittles-huedCross Trainers. No brown skin Adonis weaving trails of industrial Vaseline down a cobblestone street. Heisman-shuckingtrash receptacles. Grand jeté over the little blue recycling bin, a prism of clouds rising beneath his feet. Nobody all-fuckedin boot cuffs wide enough to cloak court appointed tethers. Or slumped over, hoodie-shrouded — sheepishly scary according toone eye witness.