no press coverage…

no press coverage

no one
transcribed the event
a last breath
issued by
just
an everyman
no one famous
and
most likely
forgotten by those
he once called
friend
a last breath
offered as
a prayer
to some unseen god
a god who’s
an undocumented immigrant
in a world he once created
a god working to harvest
a crop of souls
a last breath
soon joined
by a thousand more
the night breeze
against
your face

perhaps…storage containers for tears…

perhaps..storage containers for tears...

i’m at a loss
as what to do
with all these
plastic containers
i have
two shelves
full of them
i used to fill them
with meals
heated
at your home
shared between
the two
of you
and
then
one
but now
i have
a loss

burnt hot dogs on a dry bun…

burnt hodogs on a dry bun

the brown bag prophet
said
the 4th of july
ain’t nothing
special
down here
cuz’
most days
there’s some kind
of
fireworks going off
a black church
lighting up the night sky
soul of freedom
dying right before
your eyes
and yet
the cause
of death
is ignored
while
flashes of light
reflect
not
a cause
for celebration
but
a signal fire
from
black clad street soldiers
police
that another
child
has been taken
from
this slave ship environment
and
offered up
as a sacrifice
to
a paranoid society
so
go ahead
wave whatever banner
you choose
but
in the end
we all know
who will
lose