scientific investigations…

the old fan
painted the body
with cool air
in
broad strokes
from
head to toe
as
rivulets
arising
from
the sleepless child
meandered
their way
downward
to
the bed sheets
attempting
to reach
the sea
though
this point
was
a mere
hypothesis
that
the child
had developed
after watching
a classroom video
it was one
of
many
theories
developed
from
similar scientific
presentations
the one
on
pollination
for example
made
it necessary
to
never use
the same
q tip
between
the two ears
for
fear of
the resulting consequences
one can never be too careful
the child thought
further
since energy
cannot be created
or
destroyed
and
humans were
in fact
containers
of
energy
it followed
that
ghosts
were real
though evidence
for
that theory
was based more on
stories
presented
by
his uncles
and
neighborhood friends
during
night exploration trips
and
usually
as
the campfire
became
no more than
ashes
however
it was
a logical conclusion
given
classroom lectures
and
the reliable testimony
of
family and friends
now
i’m certain
that
this child’s hypotheses
may bring a smirk
to your face
but
what do you
believe
that is
no more than hearsay
about
the world
and
the people
in
it

 

departure…

canopy
conceals
the stars and moon
darkness
shrouds the source
of
sounds
in
a veil
of
fear
sounds
come from
all
directions
none louder
than
the boy’s
pounding heart
as
shallow breaths
join
the chorus
of
fear
suddenly
strong scents
fill
his nostrils
it’s like
an approaching death
pulse
quickens
he
lowers his body
to
the ground
becoming one
with
the earth
then
a torch
is lite
he is encircled
by
his elders
bapa dola
speaks
saying
each hunter
must have empathy
for
their prey
the taking
of
life
for survival
means
the end
of
survival
for
another
so
should be done
with
respect
and
understanding
of
the prey’s fear
a fire
was lit
and
the elders
brought forth
nature’s offerings
for
a boy
was now
a man

 

no good deed…

grew up
in
small
midwestern town
surrounded
by
liberal friends
and
family
so
almost
forgot
i
was
black
but
couldn’t avoid
cultivated racism
even
when
protecting
a poor white friend
with
polio
as
he dragged
one foot
being
taunted
by
neighborhood bullies
he decided
to
side
with
his white tormentors
when
they challenged
his
whiteness
he chose
to
turn on me
that’s
how deeply
slavery’s caste system
has been
embedded
in
the social fabric
of
the consciousness
of
even children
lesson
learned
even
after
a
red hot branding iron
loses
it’s
visible signs
of
danger
it
can
sear
the flesh
burning
into
the days
that
follow

 

driving instructions…

like
a child
staring out
the back window
of
their parent’s car
we pine
for
what was
as if
it were
really
as wonderful
as we
imagine
we forget
the arguments
and
incidences
that
ended with
our
early depature
declaring
that
we’ll
never return
to
this god forsaken place
or
talk to
this
persona of satan
ever again
yet
when we are
isolated
from reality
we embellish
the few morsels
of
joy
we had
creating
a fictionalized historical event
probably
as truthful as
most history
where the good guys
always win
and
the damsel in distress
is
a kung fu master
seems
we’re always
looking
for
the rationale
for
events
how do they
fit
into
the plan
and
purpose
of
life
well
this might surprise you
but
there is no
real purpose
nothing’s been
ordained
your empty minutes
and
hours
are controlled
by
no god
or
saint
it’s you
staring out the back window
instead
of
looking at
where
you’re driving to

 

things that go bump in our mind…

fear brings childish thoughts
of what’s seeking to harm us
things different from us
we hide those fears from view but
they’re always under the bed

 

tithing catalyst…

heard those songs
as a child
usually accompanied
on
an out of tune piano
back then
no one noticed
the dissonance
perhaps
true faith
was
rendered
in choir voices
which
made
everything sound
wonderful
a little
of
that
water into wine thing
years ago
much
of life
was
like that
faith
and
youth
combined
to create
beauty
and
happiness
from
an out of tuned world
now days
choirs
have soundmen
and
music performers
with
electronic tuners
attached
to their gear
a real band
with
drummers
mimicking
throbbing heart beats
to which
well dressed singers
carry out choreographed
dance routines
not to say
that some things
weren’t choreographed
before
just seemed less
commercial
no t-shirts
or
cds
for sale
no
back then
it
was all designed
to
get the best possible
offering
from the congregation
to keep
the lights on
hard to sing
when you’re cold
and
can’t see the hymnals
as i recall
there were a few times
when
folks didn’t take off
their winter coats
during services
you might
think of that as
a subtle message
from
the divine
about
the congregation’s levels
of
tithing
in any case
if
you happen
to
find yourself
in
a place of worship
one of these days
you might
want
to do
a little
comparing
yourself

 

i’m gonna sue you…

the brown bag prophet
was handing out
political pamphlets
which
isn’t so unusual
this time of the year
but
given his
general attitude
towards
politicos
i had to find out
why
he would support
anyone
he paused
and then
said
i suppose
you
like most folks
recall
the skinny little dude
who ran his mouth
all the time
yelling at others
and
calling them names
which
were
for the most part
characteristic
of
himself
and
when challenged
by
someone
who was going
to
kick his ass
he’d
run home
to
his mother
and
hide
as they say
behind her skirt
it’s kinda
like
the current president
hiding behind
the law
when caught breaking
the laws
of
the land
look at this activity
as
showing his mom
a youtube video
of
the little jerk

 

even with all the president’s men…

now
i’m more
than
certain
that
shivery slinkum
is
waiting outside
the president’s door
for
it’s my understanding
that
children
and
childish people
who misbehave
having
their sticky fingers
all over
the cookie jar
have something
to
fear from him
there are stories
of
slinkum
chopping children up
for
firewood
so
you can just imagine
what he’ll do
to
a childish adult
whose fingers
are
as sticky as hell
and
dirty
as well

 

first taste….

lord
what
a day
after years
of
wearing
hand-me-down clothes
from
my mother’s
rich employers
i finally
marched
right
into walmart
bought myself
new
clothes
never
worn
by
anyone
but
me
now
i’m
finally
feeling
free