Tired
I’m tired of all the tedium,
the mediocre unctuous glum
of images fed through word-machines
from the barely serviced slum.
Who Killed George Floyd
Who was it who killed poor George Floyd, who was it who made his life null and void? Not me, said the cop who stomped on his neck I was just tryin’ to keep the man in check. He couldn’t breathe but it’s not my fault I had to keep him down, I had to quell revolt....19 Years
19 YEARS Nineteen years, nineteen more nineteen times dragged to the floor Nineteen children dragged away by nineteen others, one fine day. Nineteen denials turn your head nineteen bodies on tracks found dead. Nineteen Police around the bend just in case you’re...
The Weight
Word thoughts melt, fading, away in memory,
running like a sailor
late, after messing up on shore leave, left his uniform with the tailor
What’s up next
Hounds are at my door wanting to claw out my eyes
I say to myself “this must be it, this is how a poor man dies.”