no offense meant…none taken…but…

for reasons
i cannot explain
i asked
the brown bag prophet
his opinion
of
the removal
of various monuments
that
celebrated
the glorious south
he
said
if
one
can justify
statues
of
southern pride
found
offensive
to
blacks
and
others
of conscience
then
i would propose
that
we install
in every park
and
shopping mall
statues
of
native american women
being raped
by
white soldiers
and
bronze castings
of
black men
being lynched
or
with
their flesh
being
peeled off
with tar
while white-robed
good old american boys
toss feathers
or
statues
of this nation’s
starving children
eating
from
garbage bins
yes
we should celebrate
and
commemorate
all
of this nation’s
finest
moments
for
all
to see
since
no offense
is
meant

 

basic neurology 101…

as i left
my office
the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
it appears
the new hud secretary
has damage
to his
dorsolateral prefrontal lobe
cuz
the man
just referred
to slaves
as
immigrants
now
with
such logic
and
i
use that term
loosely
slave ships
were
merely
one star cruise liners
with
a bad chef
flogging
was
just
an
overzealous
tickle
branding the flesh
of
another human being
was
a sign
of
sincere
committment
to
the relationship
and
lynchings
were
an unappreciated
path
to heaven’s golden gates
where life
would be wonderful
hell
this man
is
a saint
well
you’ll
have to use
his logic
to understand
what
i
really mean

sorry… could you repeat that….

sorry..

now that death
has become
a personal friend
it is difficult
not to listen
to what it has
to say
oh
like
all
old friends
the conversation wanders
over familiar ground
stories and words
heard
so many times
at the passing
of other friends
that the mind
wanders off
but
returns
for new
details
especially
those
dealing with
my
last requests
and
wording
for
a gravestone

gonna catch me a freight train…

gonna catch me a freight train

death’s train
moves
without sound
passengers
board
without tickets
or
desire
to reach the terminal
unscheduled
boardings
are common
nothing to do with
fate
or
a late arrival
at god’s
outpost
of salvation
just
a random event
without
purpose
or
ordained calling
to god’s side
recall
god’s
neutrality position
on
controlling our lives
certainly
raises questions
for
offering
targeted
prayers
that aside
death’s passagers
either
enjoy
delusional dreams
on their journey
or
a slow
replay
of their life’s events
with
a clear view
out the window
of their
imminent arrival
at
the abyss

a public service annoucement…

modified google image

the following poem
contains graphic
references to
children
being abused
and
dying
because of neglect
you may
wish to
turn away
or surf over to
the three-hour
results show of
dancing
with the stars
or
any one
of a number
of mind-numbing programs
but
the children
will still be there
waiting in full view
just outside your door
so it is recommended
that you stay
indoors
for the duration
it shouldn’t
be too long
since
they’re
already
starving