a pitch, words opaque…
the results of a poll,
pipe dream smoke curling,
sleight of hand….
magic balm….
keep the lid shut,
cover your tracks,
always dodge issues,
manipulate the press.
rebates and stimulus,
soap box actors,
throw in a commercial,
the American way….
trinkets!
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this body, made of straw,
leaving only the faint scent of eggs,the echoed imprint of wings.no more, and no less,than the branch, than the tree,than the memory of sunlight,and the haunt of rain.freedom sheds its bark,god is buried beneath leaves…perhaps only snow can transform.only voices linger,nay it be not names!while squirrels devour the nutsof a thousand passions!nests be not wings,…
coal mine Christmaslate October stare…sleeping in an abandoned boxcardown by the tracks…small pine branch fire,eyes scour the road;coffee, a few boiled potatoes,a smoke as the sun goes down….a returning vet….with no place to go!oil wars, bombs light the sky,dead bodies walk in his dreams…disillusioned, disembodied,homeless, in America!
gnarled and bent old limbs,cursed with fears inbred….where black folks hung for being black,and later, white folks for standing beside…‘holy’ hatreds spat, crackling in the fires;acts too horrid for the light of day,and the lonesome cry of the night,testifying against….now the hanging tree takes different forms…poverty, crack cocaine, trailer tub meth…young girls put out on…
news blackout, streets packed out,
feed the poor, Communist whores,dont know how despair feels!Jefferson raise a cup, Crazy Horse rises up,freedom’s a blood filled rainbow…homeless jobless, insulated snobness,fighting for today and tomorrow.faces on hands, hands on heart,a small fire strong against the dark.all God’s children doing their part….faces on hands, hands on heart!
the day you
you no longer haveany reason to pretend,that you have nothingof value left to lose,that you cant change the past…that the people that love you,love you in spite of yourself.that the people you hateare just reflections of you.that life cant be possessed,and is not about possessing.that what you leave behindis your heart… nothing more!that death is…
let it not be so
must be named…nor each tree that is cut,without conscious knowledge.let us not try to confine the wind,nor to define freedom in an unspoken sky.let us not seek to erase the darkness,nor to infringe on the language of whales.let it not be ordained that we are gods,when the words we speak are empty.and most of all,…