the auction…

the auction

sale begins
promptly
at
seven am
bring a lunch
since
all items
must be
disposed of
before
we can
go home
you’ll find something
for
everyone
cuz’
we’re selling
a couple’s lifetime
together
we’ll start
the day
with
a matched set
of
custom-made wedding rings
surely
a symbol of true love
just
for you
if you’re
willing
to pay the price
like
they did
there’s a mission oak bed
just what
you
antique freaks
love
it’s like new
however
the springs
will need to be replaced
but
be assured
only one loving couple
has occupied
this bed
which brings us to
the lovely
old
porcelain baby shoes
the perfect
thing for your collection
there’s also
lots of fine china
and
pots and pans
that seem
to still ring
with the laughter
of
friends
enjoying life
oh
and there’s
lots of
original paintings
from
around the world
acquired
during
traveling adventures
impress your friends
with
your excellent taste
for
artwork
by
buying up
these framed
memories
oh
and
there’s boxes
and
boxes
of fullfilled dreams
to sort through
if
you have the time
but
just
a handful
of
deferred dreams
to add
to those
you already own
arrive early
and
scan this life
before
your
time
runs out

freedom’s evolution…

freedom's evolution

i’ve begun
to
count
the number
of
pleats
in
my
bedroom curtains
with each
recount
the number
remains
the same
i was certain
that
the winds
of
time
would alter
it
in some way
but
the number
has
not
changed
then
i started counting
the lives lost
of those
who
believed
they were free
or
just wanted to be
and soon
i lost count

 

 

graduation…

graduation

so you’ve compromised
decided that they were right
your faults now quite clear
no need to discuss a thing
since you’ve given up all hope
so congratulations
you’ve now joined the rank and file
your fate’s in their hands
you may take your assigned seat
and patiently await death

these things take time…

these things take time

the grave
they’ve prepared
for
you
is
the same one
as
your forefathers’
your bones
will cover
their bones
beneath you
will lie
rusted shackles
and
scorched flesh
the dried petals
of
freedom’s promise
are now
just compost
softening
the earth
for
your arrival

 

 

nonabrasive…

nonabrasive

you nod
your head
when
we speak
but
you don’t hear us
that
painful look
of
understanding
on
your face
won’t
be
your saving grace
it
just shows
that
how
we speak
makes you
believe
you know
something about us
fictitious facts
drawn
from all those
historical
stereotypes
but
you
don’t know
us
the subdued sounds
of
our voices
conceal much
and
only
reveal
what
we wish
to be seen
verbal
camouflage
masking out
the sound
of
a fuse
that’s
already
been
lit

ancient bones speak…

ancient bones speak

i lie here
among
severed spines
from
lynchings
and
shattered skulls
from
clubs and shotgun blasts
so
i’ve grown tired
of
all the rhetoric
all
the promises
written
on
the wind
words
i’ve heard
over
and
over
and
over
again
words
that are
no more
than
sterile seeds
so
i’ve learned
there will be no
harvest
of
freedom
for
only the chaff
of hope
has been planted
into
the cracking clay
of
tomorrow
the husk
of
dreams
left there
along side
these
blood stained
bones
of
mine

 

motivation…

motivation

when paradise
is
just
a deserted
roadside stand
with
decaying timbers
holding
dried promises
in
bins of
deferred dreams
how do you
rally
for existence
what encouragement
do
you derive
from
the drought ridden
landscape
of
tomorrow
that makes
you
rise from bed
stare
into the mirror
and
dress
as if the new day
holds
anymore promise
than
the day before
and
most likely
less
yet
you rise
smile
dress
and
proceed
ah
but the key
i think
is
you don’t
ask
why

 

 

pittance…

pittance

along
the street
i saw
eyes
that
many
divert
theirs from
eyes
that hold
well worn dreams
and
tears of hope
that
what passes
as
normal
today
will soon become
a forgotten
nightmare
and
those looks
of
there but for the grace of god
will be
replaced
by a lover’s
embrace
and
looks
of
commitment
for
a life
together
those looks
of
love
really not
that
much to ask for
is
it