Archive for June, 2020
the gnat’s complaint…
An eloquent comment by a great poet.
these webs
are
so unjust
flies
always die
staring
into
my eyes
with
the most
incriminating looks
as if
i
were the one
who spun
this web
but
i
and
those generations
before me
have been
trapped
within
these fibers
of
lies and promises
for
centuries
had i
been born
with
more mass
i
would have flown
right through
this
social web
no more
inconvenienced
than
needing
a quick shower
afterwards
but
that is not the case
i
linger here
as
a bit of amusement
and
as
a morsel
for
a boring day
a systemic slave
the quintessential
essential worker
to be
devoured
or
left
to
just
decay
and
die
when in interlude of darkness..
Well said.
if
you
feel like
you’re crawling
through
mud
with
rancid water
soaking
your clothes
and
the weight
of
progress poverty
pressing
you further
into
the mire
of
inequity
you must
still
continue
the fight
for
social justice
but
each time
you grow weary
focus
on what you do have
those
loving hands
that
reach out for you
those
words
of kindness
and
appreciation
for
all you’ve done
and
those tearful eyes
that
look to you
for
what
you will
do
president plagiarized from blacks…
Ain’t this the truth.
like the wiz’s witch
the white house warlock declared
presidentially
don’t you bring me no bad news
don’t test nobody ‘cept me
from the window an old pokey pickup truck…
Words of wisdom from Aunt Bea.
i’ve spent
quite a few
sleepless nights
during
this
quarantine period
trying
to
measure aspects
of
my life
and
wondering
how others
could have
just
now
begun
to
appreciate
the struggles confronting
those
all around them
since
aunt bea
has lived
through
so much
i thought
i’d give her
call
and
asked
her opinion
aunt bea
said
the pace
of
our daily routines
blurs
our views
of
of life’s journey
keeping
what we’ve seen
or
what
we could have seen
out of focus
perhaps
the pandemic has
forced us
to
slow down
and
see
what’s been
right
in front of us
the whole time
we just
needed
to slow down
a bit
to feel
the pain
of
others
random acts of violence…
This is our country today.
simulated waves
of
empathy
wash over
the bodies
in
the street
bodies
wearing
corporate logo t-shirts
corpses
photographed
like
selfies
on
iphones
and
posted on facebook
for
likes
by
social mercenaries
dreaming
of
corporate sponsorship
while
police
with
city seal embossed
face masks
employ
non lethal rubber coated
lead bullets
into
the eyes
of
reporters
and
into
the skulls
of
vietnam vets
those
old men
on
their way
to fill prescriptions
for
heart meds
a
med
not need
for
those without
a
heart
another laundry day…
I enjoy the unique way the poet ties together everyday life with the life we live every day.
child
ain’t nobody
gonna
wash
your laundry
those stains
have been
on
your bed sheets
for
years
and
as much as
you’d like
they
ain’t
no
turin shroud
looks
more to me
like
the face
of
a dying nation
outlined
in the blood
of
its
fringe
citizens
but
you do as you wish
add
some more
bleach
to
make it
as
white
as
snow
just like
you’ve done
everytime
that stain
for
freedom
reappears
mount st helens…
Thoughts of our reality today.
promises
of
freedom
carefully crafted
dreams
to
resemble
reality
a socially embedded
myth
like
an induced
drug
comma
that
has postponed
the nightmare
unfolding
across
the
nation
it
is
a reoccurring
incubus
calling out
for
the promises
of
freedom
to be
fulfilled
not by some
high priest’s
words
offering
more of the same
gruel
that
with patience
it
will be delivered
but
it has never
been
delivered
nor
i fear
ever
will
be
and
i suspect
time is running out
for
promises
and
promisors
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