Mama and Midnight in the War Greg Powell

Midnight in the War

Midnight in the War Midnight in the war. automatic shots pop funereal percussion. No blood flow, yet. Just crazed metallic chatter from mouths of babes. and tear drops from torn sky. Daddy P labors into night pouring sweat and time into black hole of credit trap, leaving Mama nervous, spirit suspended over crossfire of the deceived. she getting old and […]

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Freestyle Loving #1 by Greg Powell

Freestyle Loving #1

Freestyle Loving #1 I want to take it slow, stroke your glow, kiss your soul, savor the flow, love you whole. My action gains traction on every attractive fraction My artistic practice gives you drastic satisfaction My comfort zone is your home like a soulful honeycomb Massage your skin tone caress your bones ‘til you moan Make love to your […]

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Dance of the NoName Diva by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Dance of the NoName Diva

Dance of the NoName Diva (…my 19 year old son, home from college, invites me to concert…December 31, 2017, Lincoln Hall, Chicago) The conspiracy of nodding heads To blunted out sounds percolating Slow burn Afro punk vibe on the low end Making lights dance through smoky club haze Making son and friend dance stiffly And then loose themselves like boiling […]

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Invitation is a poem by Greg Powell of Being Hueman

Invitation

Invitation What if everybody had religion And the living word was love? No will to power but compassion To prosper. No ideology to conquer, Schism to compel. evolution Out living hell to state of no jails. No greed to deny what we need. And we didn’t name it something Other people cannot be. if we loved The waters, air, life […]

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Apology and the quest for learning by Greg Powell for Being Hueman

Apology and the Quest for Learning

Apology and the Quest for Learning as your daddy who dies painfully and resurrects every night with love for you/ momma and me, I’m sorry I say to the midnight while you sleep. alone in parenthood angst. you annoyed the fuck out of me while I was doing God’s work, I tell myself without conviction. my ego bamboozled run amuck […]

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