hamlet revisited…

feeling
discouraged
i told
aunt bea
it’s been
a long week
seems like we”ve regressed
in opening
opportunities
for people
as
a nation
i have
marcellus’s  feeling
something is rotten in the state…
i feel
battle weary
aunt bea
said
i still recall
the day
your grandmother
my
mother
had you
and
your cousin
tommy
help
to prepare dinner
you two
had
to catch
kill
and
pluck a chicken
you couldn’t
kill
anything
so
tommy did
the honors
but
you
were given
the chore
of plucking the features
off the bird
requiring
periodic baths
in hot water
oh
the smell
lord
your face
could have sunk
a battle ship
but
you
completed
the task
just as we all shall now
despite
the smell

hymn to freedom…

pound
the drum
though there’s
no money
in the pot
pound
the drum
warn all
our freedom
can be lost
pound
the drum
awaken
the living
and the dead
pound
the drum
until
your hands bleed
and all hear
pound
the drum
though souls
grow weary
of battle
pound
the drum
pound
the drum
so much
to be
lost
pound
the
drum

like the fabric of society…

like-the-fabric-of-society

when i
went walking up
to
aunt bea’s back porch
she
was sitting
at a small table
working
on a knitting project
of
some sort
as i approached
i heard her
say
oh darn
i have to take
all those rows out
and
start again
as i entered
aunt bea
said
look at this
i
assured her
that
it didn’t
seem
to be
all that noticeable
aunt bea
said
well
a bad stitch
is
like
an alternative fact
it weakens
the fabric
and
then
things
just start
falling apart

random pages found on the floor #9…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

unearth the grave’s bones
of those who died for freedom
carve into weapons
pierce the flesh of ignorance
to slay a reign of terror

accepting personal responsibility…

accepting-personal-responsibility

in recent
history
hitler
proposed
his country’s
woes
were due
to the
jews
today
trump
proposes
that
all american’s
problems
are due
to
muslims
shall we
begin
to dig
the mass graves
now
or
later