lucky 13
31 but I see
the perfect representation
of what it means to free
that little boy caged
like a curse
relieved
in the back of a hearse
lucky 13, reversed
over time, it’s easy to see
at 31 years old
that boy was me
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5:51
the clock and sun
read 5:51
like an infant I stare
where breathing is none
combing my beard
for wisdom or some
alternate side
of 5:51, where now
it’s 5:52
peaches
An idea
fosters questions.
And questions
raise ideas.
Picked like peaches,
pickled and peppered,
in sealed mason jars,
upon dusty wood shelf
buried in a garage that smells
of gasoline, and summer.
Where as kids playing nerf
we never raised such questions
not having any idea
of the hungry beast out there
waiting, sharpening its claws
using our parents as dental floss,
grooming its teeth, and ready
for the day
it too, could devour our peaches.
fears of men
The fears of men
are as trivial as
children, picking children in gym,
they never change
they just get bigger.
Good Friday
I take off my shoes
to walk in the rain
through thunder & lightening
it’s a damn Good Friday.
an open coffin.
There will always be poverty
and powerless men, who feel nothing
towards people just trying to exist.
Believe it or not it was a club to join,
Till 1955,
all it took, was a .45 colt, a river, a fan.
But it (is) not that world anymore, is it?
I want to say no, but Jackson’s slaying of elderly men?
Born of the same bullet that lay Evers dead.
It’s enough to make you want to blind your eyes, it’s enough to know better than to blind your soul.
So as there will always be poverty and powerless men,
there must never be closed,
an open coffin.
one day
It’s odd, how so much can happen in a day.
It’s sad and almost surreal, really. You can spend so much time
waiting, and healing. Then one day, it’s over.
A little wink to Kurt
Time to sink back
to the far side of the moon?
Nah, this soil will do.
So it goes.
ether/or
some
are on a quest
to disappear.
no matter
how high you climb
or help them,
they will one day rise
past the clouds
and dissipate
into the ether —
as a mother weeps
cradling her newborn.
STOP!
Note to self:
Do yourself a favor,
and surprise them once in a while.
Do something you always said you’d do,
and you just might end up surprising yourself.
STOP!
yes you can —
Words Of An Average White Male 