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

 

president believes…

believes doesn’t know
lots a things to believe in
tooth fairies and such
justice for all and of course
my treasured equality

 

christmas’ last man standing…

by
early evening
little eyes
that
refused to close
the
night before
now
have
sustained blinks
during
the dinner dessert
and
slow motion efforts
to
retrieve
the so sought after toys
strewn
across
the living room floor
as if
members
of
some arctic search party
seeking
small shreds
of
brightly colored paper
and
puppy chewed ribbons
that are
the collateral damage
of
christmas morning’s celebration
of
childhood
and
before one can count
to
four
tired parents
are
fast asleep
in their chairs
as
children
with
visions dancing
in
their heads
revive
and
play
till dawn

 

twas the life before christmas…

wrapped
in
such bright foil
and
moving
you might wonder
whose
christmas gifts
these
are
shall i tell you
these
are
for
despair
small
government orphaned
children
nestled
all snug
in
their
thermal blankets
on
cold
border floors
while visions
of
their parents
dance
in
their heads
as
they face
another day
of
dread

 

nothing permanent…

what’s the incentive
we marshal our words
into fine lines
of verse
hoping to give voice
to those
silenced
by hate
and
ignorance
but
the ignorant
will not read
and
if they do
they will reject
all
that we say
so
who
are we speaking to
perhaps
to those who sit
quietly
in the shadows
of
existence
complicite
to
caste system crimes
it is
they
that we call out to
wanting them
to join
the chorus
with such strong voices
that
a thunderous roar
fills the air
and
makes it
impossible
for us
to be ignore
forcing
a pause
in
social crimes
not
for eternity
man needs
hate
to
feel important
but
long enough
to let a child
be
a child
at least
once
in their lifetime