when i returned to the gnarled branches
day after day
wearing smooth that one patch of
sitting silently underneath
your outstretched boughs
bowing deeply below the
tender blue sky –
i never imagined screeching teeth
sinking into your flesh, ripping you apart
they took you from me
& i am sad for that.
You ask how my week was,
I say full and complete.
Not questioning the response.
and that’ll be the end;
Drawing strings together,
Bifurcation of harmony.
Is there a better way?
I’m dead anyhow.
Not like you (actually) care.
In ninety or so days –
I will be right alongside the remainder.
Reminding myself, of this day and my age.
It hasn’t been that long before;
And it won’t be that long again –
Till the crow calls in the morning.
Black and blue
Split lip –
Bruised yet again –
I cannot abide.
Lemme get my shovel ma.
Don’t you worry now, ain’t nobody gonna miss
That sad sack.
Gotta go till them fields now.
The chips are falling,
Brightly colored disks of coin;
Can you hold your own?
Against folks who play this game;
Straight faced and straight laced.
Wheeling and dealing,
These playing cards not level;
The river will turn.
Not a crook, just a con man;
Selling us short for a few good coin. Nickel and dimes
Paired with death.
Water floodgates open.
Seizing like bearings,
Straight off the racetrack –
Getting off course
The blue houses, built of scraps; scavenging,
Stretch a mile and a half long –
I have seen it for myself.
THIS IS NOT OK
What is this system of stems ripped from the branches of office?
Where do we begin?
Do not take my damn towel –
We need the towel, the levees have burst
It seems we need
To pull the plug on this injustice.
Or reframe the picture.
Unfortunately there are no walls to climb,
Nor nails for which to hang
these pesky thoughts on
Where are we now? How much further to go?
I could shout to every ear what needs to be done,
I could whisper sweet nothings to seal the deal,
Would they commandeer the commandment?
Do they have ears?
ones that would listen?
Or am i just naive?
It can be done.