the grinding stone…

the grinding stone

western winds have subsided
death’s grinding stone lies idle
but as always hate’s winds will return
grinding racism will once again
turn innocent lives into funeral dust

10 to 6…

10 to 6

clock’s been locked
in that position for years
thought about rewinding it again
but it always stops at the same spot
like the history of racial freedom

sideman…

sideman

this ain’t
no
permanent relationship
it’s
more
of
a fling
with
an itinerant lover
shaping sounds
into
passion
causing
breaths
to be held
and
hearts
to pound
with
desire
fulfilling fantasies
without
touching
the
perfect
affair

not that person anymore…

not that person anymore

wide-eyed optimist
carrying bible
from
one high school class
to
the next
reading the text
in
study hall
even
believing
that freedom
was
obtainable
along
with
unobstructed success
if one
only puts forth
honest hard efforts
but now
i’m
a self-defined survivor
all grown up
with
a greater sense
of
my own history
and
its stages
of
delusion
and
foolish trust
so now
i’m
drained
of
milk and honey
and
filled
with
the liquid steel
of
reality
and
truth
what about you

actuarial dilemma…

actuarial dilemma

are they
still counting
yes
i thought
they’d be done
by
now
they’re not
weren’t they supposed
to
be done
yes
so what’s
taking
so long
people
keep on
denying
and
defying
common sense
so
they keep on
dying
from
the virus

steady as a rock…

steady as a rock...

all those marches
for folks murdered by police
can’t sway the scales of justice
the fulcrum’s rusted
nothing can move it

 

 

personal denomination…

personal denomination

my love is my religion
and unlike other faiths
it produces no wars
nor leaves the earth scarred
due to awareness of this fleeting existence