(painting by Catherine A. Moore) We chased the comet, Descending like a teardrop It’s journey slashing polluted Onyx sky. And then the news John Lewis gone now John Lewis gone now. His Trail blaze righteously cutting Redemption way, dim, descending To rest with heroes under The earth, where they nurture Us in the night. The comet speaks And i see […]
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(Pulled over by cop. Executed in car. Cop exonerated.) Picture me rolling I don’t stop Hands tense the wheel I see a cop Slow to the limit Pressure drop Don’t want to be no Strange fruit crop Sick of this shit 400 years 400 tears 400 fears them Muthafuckers 400 years in arrears But we ain’t gonna get paid Until […]
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(for my son, Jonathan, on his 15th birthday) pretty bird pecks orange beak on window. he’s made home in habitat, freedom of outside bushes. but he pecks against glass, collides with window over and over trying to break in. you open the window, invite bird to peck through screen/ break into little room. fear drives little bird away only to […]
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