Archive for September, 2014

Better ‘n Nada

September 29, 2014

When it seems to you to be
in whatever you are doing
almost good enough
for then you may
and you will
lie back and proclaim it
to be good
that is how the gods thrive
how evolution guides
how we all survive
travails, turmoils, tragedies
yesterdays pile up
transform into maladies
infirmity cripples
wears us down like trousers at the knees
on ‘em
hands clasped, pleading
for millennia it’s been done
no response
do it anyway
that’s how we are
it doesn’t work
but it seems to be
almost good enough


Old Racist at the Bar

September 26, 2014

nothing to see here
only the usual
old white men at bars
grumbling about the unruly black
don’t have doubts
that’s America after all
is said and burnt
niggaz gone willd
so what’s the use
behavin’ that way uncouth
scaredy-scaredy white cop
he’s got a necessity to kill
being all a’feared as he is
brave, bold man in uniform and armor
out there
protectin’ you
from yourself
servin’ the community
to its death to others
what’s they expect
going against their helpers
you see a badge
back away
hands up
they’s the good guys
you gonna fight the good guys?

A Long Time Coming Fast

September 23, 2014

a long time is such a short time
when years later under review
a decade – once so expansive
ripe and full before you
shrivels to no more
than its sweet essentials
the juices and joys all spent
long ago dried upon the sheets

Nostalgia Trip

September 22, 2014

a life in memory
is pacing a rug threadbare
to be pulled out from under you
without a word of caution
now think on that


September 19, 2014

tune your head to fantasy
who you are is not
who you must be
myriad ways to interpret
the signals and inputs of your existence
does the toast only happen
to pop up out of the toaster
at ten minutes past eight
or might it be
a coded message
sent via a super secret agent
or maybe it’s a test
devised by the NSA
bread, toasted
white to brown
the presidency has gone too
white to brown
eight, ten
nine, eleven
what a coincidence of weird significance
o, the places you’ll go
if you let your mind slide open wide
and follow it down the old rabbit hole
fast into the jaws of the awaiting snake

Wednesday Morning

September 17, 2014

move… MOVE
mixing bowl
crack in the egg
pour the oil
measure sugar
measure the rest
teaspoons, Tablespoons
the salt the powder the vanilla
mix and stir and ready the iron
dress the boy
put on shoes
get laundry to the backdoor
the maker is ready
batter down, sizzle
close the lid
quickly now
turkey, cheese, mayo, slice the bread
slap it all together
baggies, gold fish crackers
Danimals, water bottle filled
the last banana
all packed up
rush out back to the washer
soap, clothes, load
set to tap cold
lock the garage
back inside
burn fingers
waffle hot
butter, syrup, cut into pieces
serve the child
don’t forget to feed yourself
clean the dishes brush the teeth
his and mine
water jugs into the car
back inside
sandals on wrong feet
take off, switch around
back on proper
come on!
don’t stop moving
don’t stop moving
a mantra chanted to brain and body
in motion
do not cease
into the safety seat
belt locked
back out of drive
wait for speeding truck
wait for neighbor sleepily crossing road
go, go, go
fight traffic
blinded by the rising sun
find parking
walk son to school
don’t forget lunch box
don’t forget home work
hug and dash
back to car
buy bananas
fill the water jugs
behold the beer in the cooler
behold my thirst at eight in the morning
no time
screw on lids
two five gallon loads from store
into parking lot
fumble for keys
unlock door and again drive
to gas station
forty on pump 7
impatiently tap foot as fuel flows
run in for change
tell clerk to keep the pennies
back home
remember to shit
you’ve held it all morning
nothing, nothing
one small turd
you wouldn’t even avoid to step in
flush, wipe, back to the wash
weighted with water
into dryer
think again
for the thousandth time
how it would be nice
to have a line
no time for idle day dreams
run, back to house
sit down, write and type this crap, and back to car
the hours are short, school bells ringing
errands persistent
when will there be a pause

Hashtag Race Relations

September 15, 2014

a proud white halo glows saintly
encircling the shooter’s head
pure and right
the vanquished devil at his feet
face down, dispatched
unholy ghoul ridded from the Earth
dead forever as is just…
a scenario as true to 1814
as it is to 2014
why fuck with over 200 years of tradition
let sleeping dead nigger dogs lie
or charge like bulls
high on marijuana stolen cigarillos
any reason to pull the trigger
give it and the murder is done
acquitted, forgiven and absolved
goodbye to bad black rubbish
a peace sign’s a gang sign
a playful rap’s a manifesto
a thug is a thug is a dog whistle
no cop ever had no cause to fire
fear for his safety
that’s it boy
the light is scared of the dark
scared for his life
scared to death
beat that, you can’t
you cunt
riot at will
that’s where we’ve pushed you
that’s what we want
that’ll help
and then we kill

Shut the Fuck Up

September 13, 2014

VOLUME is the worst authority
loud BOMBASTIC order
never clear, but dear to follow
shout, OBEY
JUMP, how high
to do one better than the SCREAM
over and over, come again
hammered HARD by repetition
march, MARCH
bow, KNEEL, memorize
comfortable routine
turned up to ELEVEN
deaf and well-rehearsed
surrendered to the verse
the chorus, DRUM and thrum
as cops come
neighbors complain
NOISE and time and new authority
against me
my band
they’d love to silence
stop the song
cease the dance
end the beauty… in the name of the law
when extinction comes
man will have plenty of time
to be quiet
so for now LET’S NOT!!!11!

Squeal of Authority

September 10, 2014

happiness is a shadow cast
joy a stain
who I am and what I do
in no way is sane
projector brain upon the world
my cone of light
perception cast
in there goes out
bias, beliefs, preconception
culture internalized
transmitted externalized
feedback loop of reality
like a sweet dessert fountain
chocolate ejaculating upward
cascading over lips
a shower down to the bottom
sucking it all again, pumping
a closed circuit
inside the bubble
immune to outside infection
the world must be and work
the way I perceive it to
contradictions erased
shouted at
shot full of lead
it is a threat, black
and I am a southern white cop
there is only one way
my reality is to be maintained
might and denial

Wasted Design

September 8, 2014

patterns and faces
the core of art
sign posts
one way arrows pointing back
where we came from
gods and spirits
squabbling and spiting
smiting crops and settlements
deified shepherds, goat keeps and hunters
scrambling the signal
muddling information
our clear communication
with one another
with the environment
the concerns of our gods
the nature of our art
all of it evidence
of our evolution
the physical bile, blood and phlegm
of our existence
our thirst, our hunger
our politics and culture
arise burning from DNA
as simple as that
a big picture so banal
a design so prosaic
no intelligence
upon it
would waste itself