did you know that blood on cold pavement exhales a mist as if a soul is departing the scene sears into the mind like acid unforgettable no matter how hard you try that body that soul lies before you on black pavement as you await the ambulance it’s in those moments that death becomes real altering the course of your thoughts on the permanency of anything
as i entered
the
post office
i saw
the
brown bag prophet
mailing
a business envelope
he
said
i’m gonna
propose
a new show
for
the black
entertainment network
i want them
to
seriously
think about
my
humble
proposal
for
a program
called
wait
wait
don’t
shoot me
the small ruminants are lined up on cold concrete floors use of knives has been prohibited there’d be a risk of noticeable skin damage but there will be no escape nor mercy the holding pen’s filth will soon be washed away but for now a child lies unbathed curled in fear for some a child of god for others a filthy beast no better than lambs for the slaughter i wonder what do you see and believe
memories rain upon a tin roof so gentle at first almost soothing but as night hours linger dark clouds begin to gather and the rain pours down harder than when they were not memories somehow returning pain is stronger than its first moments were we not taught that time heals all but apparently not the pain of memories in the night
non random acts of violence are framed by the government as the exception to policy such unconstitutional behavior would of course not be tolerated by the senate but in this instance for national security reasons all semblance of humanity and logic had to be eliminated and although national security is currently at flood stage or perhaps beyond that level national security excuses continue to flow oh by the way waders are currently on sale at gear chase
