preparing for death…

as aunt bea
and
i
were leaving
the grocery store
a young man
from the gym
and
health spa
next door
was standing
beneath
one of those
easy-up tents
encouraging
passers-by
to visit their facility
for
a free
physical make-over
noting
how
such
a program
could provide
a rebirth of youth
aunt bea
said
there comes
a time
young man
when
you have
to admit
that the mainspring
is busted
and
no amount of winding
is going
to make
the clock
run any longer
best to
just
enjoy each tick
or
toc
as a beautiful day
one
at a time

servitude…

the brown bag prophet
stopped me
and
asked
where’d
you go
to
high school
i
said
a small town
in
ohio
he laughed
so
i suppose
you never heard
of
martina arroyo
who
the opera singer
world-famous
got
her own
foundation
and
such
to help
others
in the arts
his look
turned serious
as
he said
some chains
are
invisible
the
hiding
of
information
that
provides
the soul
with
pride
is
a starvation
that
forms links
of
bondage
stronger
than
steel
he handed me
a black history calendar
and
walked away

conscription of thought…

ideas tailor fitted
for
public consumption
developing
an
acquired taste
for
the objectionable
killing
becomes
an act of faith
or
a necessary price
to pay
for
fill-in-the-blank causes
the
sales personnel
for
these marketed callings
dress
according
to
the product
being sold
wearing
symbolic uniforms
conveying
a contractual covenant
with
soon-to-be-named
and
documented deities
official
evidence
provided
upon request
from
handwritten human text
since
deities
rarely write
but
are more than willing
to
incite
romantic writings
quite
digestible
to
a core
of
white caned followers

as if things weren’t bad enough…

posed scenes
photoshopped images
revealing
life
as
it
really is
contrived emotions
layered over
suppressed boredom
and
fatigue
from
the pretense
happy little housewife
with
numerous children
playing war games
with
the neighbors
on
neatly manicured lawns
soon
the little darlings
will don
all black clothes
and
sacrifice
their skin’s virginity
to an array
of tattoos
to proclaim
their independence
thus
conforming
to
the new
way of rebellion
by
selecting
their personalized manifesto
from
a catalog
of
photoshopped images

just a closer walk…

the marks
on his soul
did not show
nor
was he aware
how deeply
they cut into his being
his
responses
to everyday events
were
normal behavior
at least
that’s what he
believed
for so many years
until
death
began to walk
beside him
whispering
small details
he had not observed
nor
the cage
within
which
he had been placed
death
said
your belief
has blinded you
and
encouraged you
to be
a brave little soldier
independent
solving problems
on your own
but
did you not
notice
how all of nature
is connected
how
all things
are
dependent
upon one another
but
an independent beast
once
separated
from
the pack
becomes
the easiest
of
all prey
to devour
for
it’s weakest
when
its pride
convinces it
to
stand alone
come
walk with me
for
a short while
and
see the unseen