Poetry
Litter
I recognize my piece of that litter.
It is an empty box of organic American Spirits.
Left, or rather placed atop Ann electrical box…
On the corner (both it, and I) of the 500
I knew someone would see it, find it, take it.
And for a moment choose to believe it may not be empty.
But of course, it was. I put it there just before the accident.
I could tell by the condition of this box…
that it had been crushed in anger and disappointment-
And that is why it was discarded to the street, punished for it’s role in the charade
Evidence of expectations unfulfilled
Like the pieces of the car’s front end similarly left strewn about the corner, telling a story about last night.
The problem with Poetry
Poetry is good for nothing.
And everything at the same time.
Fuck.
Color Blindness
Race is not real.
Racial “transcendence”
Ethnicity Replaces race
Race is “unseen”
Critical Racist Theory
A Day for Poetry
Today is a day for poetry
Or maybe a poetry week
My mind is troubled, nightly
It’s fucking with my sleep
My Role in the Lunacy
And so I reluctantly have to (at least)
Take responsibility for my role in the transaction
It is (at least partially) my fault
If I had the sense not to ask such a direct question
You might not have felt the need to Lie so directly.
My mentor used to say you shouldn’t write unless you have to.
I have to.
Covid-19
No wonder you feel isolated.
Alone, afraid, crazy
You haven’t talked to anyone in 9 months
To Protect, and Serve
There is a place in our lives for sarcasm
The air quotes on the side of a police car
The Gap that Poetry Fills
But Sean, what did you want to be?
A Storyteller. A Medicine Man.
Why don’t you think you are? You are a writer.
I’m afraid that I am not, Bill.
Then who has written all of your work?
I am a painter, and a picture is worth a thousand words.
So you are, in fact, a writer. Albeit a lazy one at that.
Laughter is the Best Medicine, man.
Reluctant to admit the indispensable, and inherent value…
Now, we are getting into the weeds.
Well,’you smoke a lot of it.
When I smoke I feel no different.
Perhaps you are the same.
Perhaps we are the same?
Exactly.
Alphabet Soup
A is for the Alphabet, as everyone can see.
B is for the Bipoc, it’s good enough for me.
C is for the colored (it’s what we used to be)
D is for Diversity- no one knows what that means.
E is for Equality- not the same as Equity
F is for “Forrealism”, I’m a fucking “G”
H is for Hypocrisy and Redundancy
I is for everyone, called Inclusivity.
J is for the joint, Intersectionality.
K is for the KKK, inadvertently.
L is for the lives, cut short needlessly
M is for “The Man” and the authorities.
N is for the Nashes, who abandoned me
O is for what they took- our opportunities
P is for perspective, to change the way I C
Q Is for QANON, and conspiracy
R is for the racist, inside you and me.
S is for
T is for the title, and all the property.
U is just for U
V is for the Vanity, centering identity
W is for wishing and uncertainty
X is for Malcolm (and for nudity)
Y is always it’s own question
The answer is probably, “Z”.
Tiny feet
You asked about the tiny shoes,
Triangles
A triangle is a three sided polygon, in Euclidean geometry.
Any three points (when non colliery) determine a unique triangle, and simultaneously a unique plane.
I am in love with someone who is in love with someone who is in love with someone else.
This is a unique, though ordinary plane
A plane that is driving slowly down the runway
Never takes off.
Married
Single
It’s complicated.
It’s not really complicated-
You are open to fucking someone else
As long as your someone isn’t fucking someone else.
It’s actually quite simple.
Astrophysics, molecular biology, jet propulsion…
That shit is complicated.
Your shit is basic AF.
R Kelley
You believe you could could fly
And you thought you could walk.