ain’t no alternate constitution for charges of treason…

the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
said
all this discussion
about
people not
applauding
the president’s
incoherent ramblings
the other night
ramblings
leaving
most of them
stunned
in their seats
seems
to be
as they like
to say
a gross misrepresentation
for
this ain’t about
protocol
it’s about
freedom
see
for
those folks
in
washington
that
ain’t read
the constitution
i ain’t gotta
stand
applaud
or
yell out
sieg heil
when the
president
say something stupid
or
presents some alternate fact
and
it
sure ain’t
un-american
to resist tyranny
but
what
is
un-american
and
treasonous
is to
attempt
to subjugate
the people
of this nation
with
a political dogma
of
blind allegiance
to
a single person
instead
of
true
open-minded allegiance
to
the nation
and
to its people
wonder why
they don’t put
that
in
a memo

seekers of the golden fleece or dreamers of america…

a half-hearted
attempt
at
existence
is
perhaps
the best descriptor
of
dreamers’ lives
always constrained
by
the expectations
of
others in society
those
producers
who provide
the script
for
the everyday roles
dreamers play
on
center stage
most
daydream scenes
include
a house
with
adoring family provided
or
a crowded city apartment
in
an upscale
section of town
while
understudy dreamers
are
off-stage
imprisoned in the wings
and
spend much
of
their time
rehearsing their lines
and
plotting or praying for
bad luck
to befall
the principal characters
so that
a clever understudy
might become
the replacement
and
stand proudly
in
the limelight
an event
that rarely occurs
but
the slight chance
keeps
them rehearsing
their improbable lines
and
appropriately dressed
for
the opportunity
as well as
compliant
to
the producers’ instructions
who
remind them
during their bouts
with
depression
that
their potential improbable role
is far better
than
being one
of
life’s janitorial staff
or
a homeless starving actor
with no role
at all

introducing…

jackie’s
a lady
of
the night
she’s
originally from detroit
but
now
resides
just around the corner
from
the brown bag prophet
she’s not
particularly attractive
but
available
for
those
seeking her services
always
dressed
to
avoid the attention
of
the police
but
appropriately
for
keen-eyed clients
she
arrives
at her work site
just
as
i’m leave work
offering
without shyness
her
opinions
regarding an array
of
issues
tonight
jackie
said
i work
hard
for my money
but
those
prostitutes in washington
just
open their mouths
for
the money
and
then
do it
to
the country

state of the union…

confiding
to
aunt bea
my frustration
with
the
cartoon characterization
of
the state of the union
and
my reluctance
to
express my opinions
to
others
for fear
of
tribal retribution
she
said
i can still
recall
your
first church solo
how you
stood
as far back
as you could
from
the congregation
embedding yourself
behind
the robes
of
your
much taller cousins
serving
to conceal
the source
of that deep voice
and
tho
you were hesitant
to
sing alone
you soon found
that
others
would join in
with
your hymn
of
praise
i would think
that
any song
of
truth
will be joined
by
others
we must
just
let
our voices
be
heard

​devolution…

man’s
barbaric soul
is tightly shrouded
in the black cloth
of
superiority
claiming to be
ordained
as
the earth’s keeper
all
that has been
kept
are
animalistic behaviors
a willingness
to kill
his own kind
for
territory
and
like any beast
routing out
his enemies’ children
leaving them
dead
on the battlefield
so his
young
may prosper
a limited
form
of humanity
since
even his own young
will be sacrificed
for
the protection
of
the territory
the scent
of
death
is everywhere
it
permeates
the cloth
of
the flag
power
always portrayed
as
the color red
the color
of
shed blood