no postage necessary…

no postage due

today
i placed
an envelope
in the mail
for you
it
contains
expectations
for world peace
and
the prospects
that those sworn
to address
the needs
of humanity
will carry out
their charge
i must
admit
that i was
surprised
that
no postage
was due
no
postage
was necessary
since
the fee
was based upon
the weight
of
possibility
of
occurrence

five dollars and some change…

five dollars and some change

death
does not have
one face
but
many
some
hidden behind
corporate logos
where
money
the antipsychotic drug
reduces the side effects
of moral responsibility
while others faces
parade
in
public agencies
the second line
of social injustice
holding high
parasols of indifference
to block out
the light
of morality and justice
they’re the kind of
reapers
whose scythes
are
laws
laws
with
razor-sharp rules
bleeding
any hope
from those
seeking
to be free
from
the social roles
prescribed to them
those seeking
to be free
battle an army
of reapers
reapers
who
bring death
and
those
who bring death
do not value
life
no matter
what
the color

http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/aug/28/jamycheal-mitchell-virginia-jail-found-dead

when the rains come…

when the rains come...

we will see
that the sky
is blue
not gray
when
the rains
come
rusty streams
will be clear
and pure
not bane
when
the rains
come
parched farm fields
will revive
to grow
and thrive
when
the
rains
come
these cancers
on my flesh
will wash
away
when
the rains
come
when

they will drink the wine…

they will drink the win

the wine
they hold
is not
for communion
and
the flowers
they hold
are
unwanted gifts
gifts
you offered
in blind belief
to political prophets
go on
believing
as they swagger
before cameras
posing with
unconcerned smiles
and
narrow bloodshot eyes
eyes
which look pass
the faces on skid row
as well as
those mowing
manicured suburban lawns
go on
believing
ah
babies kissed
promises made
for
eyesight to the blind
flames of fear fanned
and
after
the votes are cast
you can
pickup
the flowers

leafing through my high school yearbook…

leafing through my high school yearbook

folk’s
moral guidance
always seems
to revolve
around
the saying
it’s the right thing to do
but
i’ve begun
to wonder
where
and
from whom
they’ve formulated
the foundation
for
such counsel
and
whether
or not
it’s
good advice
seems
to be linked
to that thing
about
the meek
inheriting the earth
have you
seen
the condition of the earth
it’s like
being bequeathed
an old rusted-out peugeot
where-the-hell
are you going
to go
in that thing
and
what-the-hell
are you going
to do
with a dead
planet