Posted on July 14, 2013April 15, 2021 STUTTERING JUSTICE My dream disturbing: Grand black pianos dropping from the sky Missing bodies frolicking in an otherwise calm, moonlit ocean Black men still being killed with impunity I awake Channeling E.B. White: “I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.” It is hard to plan a day when civility is aligned along A white fence facing down the barrels Of hatred, ignorance and a blind lady justice Hard to enjoy a world when one does not believe In an organized God Armed with the biggest guns Millions of magazines spitting volleys of pain and grief Days of drought, drones, and death If I believed I could commit the supreme act of Cowardice by putting it all in His (not Hers?) hands Walk away ‘enjoy the world’ in a Disney fog of happiness I would have around my neck That talisman That password That should admit me to the club of believers If I believed If I believed I wouldn’t be naked But (just the same) I would have no clothes I know the difference – now If I believed I would not have to scramble In my silver rage through the Glove of darkness This faux life wearing the liar’s smile Fingering the cross Idiot grinning At other Xanaxed smilers who wonder Why I am so nakedly angry And I wonder what my last words will be? Pleas for help? Declarations of love? Regret? Will it matter? Who will be the last to hear my voice? Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on March 31, 2013April 15, 2021 EASTER MORNING THIS Easter Left alone with a bedraggled time that has Had its way and solitude Center stage in slight Tremors, worrying the carcass of An old fear that Beneath the footprints of These silhouetted days lay Dread Goodness under the influence Life generously giving of Privilege (for few) and benediction (for many) A brilliant ignorance That holds We are all on that “darkling plane” Where good is bad Bad is good is Bad is good… A curious crossroads To ponder fate while Loving the scientist and his Prayerful Algorithms That Sun Tsu certainty in sequence Leaving believers on a mobius loop Of repetition Governed by gods of division Long dividing people But not the praying hands Of the hopeful THIS Easter 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Posted on February 8, 2013April 15, 2021 LOSING MY RELIGION Torn mad between Disbelief and A final cloud-soft Happiness A Christian hoax That hides the knife Stabbing me everyday Headlines broadcasting seeds Of human decay Oh, sweat mead – me Drink and forget That you once believed That your mom was Jesus One who performed the Loaves and fishes miracle Every night of your youth Forget that your devout Grandmother died blocks away From the Church she attended Religiously No black-robed middleman Walked the distance for her Forget Forget the sweet-soft theft Of innocence Forget That you have to Walk from this room Unguarded now With only darkness Assured in afterlife Forget the child who Wants her pretty Mom happily warm Forever after And Forget the idea of reuniting That was her – uncommonly disheveled Ashes humorously weighted, heavy – Your last vision to imagine Her gray dust – scattered But not lost 0.000000 0.000000 Share this:ShareFacebookWhatsAppEmailRedditLike this:Like Loading...
Gwen's World 