java jive…

child
put
as much
sugar
and
cream
in your coffee 
as
you like
cuz
it’s
gonna be
the only
time
you’re gonna
get
that bitter taste
of
life
out of
your mouth
so
like everyone else
enjoy
that break
from
reality
hell
why not
have
two cups
this morning

 

 

the kid in the tree house…

such a daydreamer
creating fantastic worlds
believing in truth
expecting good to defeat
the dark forces of evil
but that’s an old movie plot
and when one grows up
it’s found that even movies
have modified scripts
showing that evil does win
and the only place that’s left
for good is that old tree house

free verse…

an impromptu life
knowing that my time on stage
would not be that long

 

 

american fables…

a large collection
school mandatory readings
with simple morals
that apply only to those
destined to be excluded

life’s false advertising…

all those nursery rhymes
and fairytales
with happy endings
when were you going
to tell the truth

 

 

escape from each other…

we are
from
the beginning
confined
to
within the lines
from
kindergarten
until
we are
unceremoniously
covered
with dirt
and
placed
into neat rows
with
the occasional
rebel
stuffed
into
a ceramic jar
a jar
to
be placed upon the shelf
along with
the
other
knickknacks
collections
of
framed
photos
or
mementos
from
cruise ships
none the less
we are
still confined
to
stay within
the
predefined borders
of
existence
attempts
to
escape
through meditation
or
encampment
at
some
wall to wall
walden pond
merely
represents
movement
to
another part
of
life’s venn diagram
it seems different
but
one’s thoughts
are
still within the cramped space
of
musings of others
unable
to
truly
be
independent

 

recognition…

unannounced
i stopped by
aunt bea’s
to
complain
about
not being
appreciated
at
work
before
even saying
hello
i began
my
diatribe
but
she stopped me
and
with
a blank look
on
her face
asked
who are you
thinking
she might be having
a memory issue
i said
i’m your nephew
don’t you remember
she said
of course
i
know
who
you are
but
i
wanted you
to feel the emotion
of
being
forgotten
since
at
work
they’ll
barely recall
you
were ever there
once
you leave
but
only family
real family
those defined
by
a loving relationship
not
necessarily by blood
will hold you
in their hearts
until
their hearts
cease to be

 

black girl with a yes boss attitude…

 

jackie
was having
a beer
in
a local watering hole
and
said
to
the brown bag prophet
some
snot nosed child
says
i’s needs
to
grow up
but
they ain’t been
nowhere
in
life yet
ain’t had no
real
pain
don’t
have a grasp
on
reality
yet
alls they knows
is
fairytale shit
hard work
and
dedication
to
the white god
of
money
gonna
make things
just
fine
they don’t understand
the rules
yet
when
you turns
your back
they talking
and
plotting
to take
the things
most
important
to you
and
they
can
and
they
will
and
you
don’t
win
unless
they say so
so
i said
to her
honey
shut your face
cause
you
don’t know
the
rules
i’s was gonna
say
something else
but
i remembered
this movie
and
realized
she can’t handle the truth
yet