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Ode To Today

In all of my boring redundancies 

I continue to see life’s novelties 

For humanity’s great insurgencies

Assault me with stunning velocities 
This year’s seemingly fascist takeover 

Is the Phoenix’s violent escape

From the prison to which we’ve surrendered

Freedom under conformity is fake
Oversimplification of living

Religion’s most palatable optics

Will maintain the laity’s infighting

& keep us from injustice’s topics
Who says that we have to participate 

In people’s lives that we disagree with

It seems to this layman the debate’s fake

For most others are neither kin nor kith 
Freedom involves the liberty to err

& let your three year old play with pistols

For the racist “right to bear arms” is there

“Well-regulated militia” diapers 
If people find their lives so meaningless

That only Afghani heroin works

Let them buy the oblivion painless

& become state sponsored addicted jerks
It the daughter you’ve imperfectly loved

Gets impregnated by the proxy, Pete

She needn’t have all her plans aside shoved

To do Bible interpretation neat
& there’s one more thing I want to say here

You have no right to humanity flee

The automobile is a convenience dear

But we must stop subsidizing driving, see 
Cars must bear the cost to society

& the environment their ease destroys 

Walks near others evolved humanity

“Ghettos” of “others” are just racist ploys
I’m glad that I said these words to the wise

To my way of thought, life was once better

Think of what freedom means, don’t me despise

Try to be a liberty abettor 

Poetic Review of “The Desth of the Last Black Man” by Susan-Lori Parks

Interesting cast of stereotypes

A dramatic collage brought together  

Pastiches of dehumanizations 

Searching for a narrative to weather 

Atavistic dehumanizations 
Roiling the calm of a bourgeois theatre

An elite method of illuminations

To hint to folks they’re a contributor 

Tragic mulatta with décolletage 

Floor length sequined ensemble showing curves

Is updated Black-Woman’s dressage

Which creates the Jezebel “we’s observes” 

Hip-hop-hoodied update jigaboo 

Was sadly the most anachronistic 

Out of chronology he lost voodoo 

Making this show a bit hedonistic 

If this play connected stereotypes 

(Seen on ESPN & Blockbusters)

We could see how & why these phenotypes

Are encouraged & paid by white hucksters

I enjoyed the zip-coon’s shenanigans 

But if he’d become bourgeois anchorman

The anachronism’d be clearer then

Though I loved being challenged by the plan
The noble (& diesel) “drumstick mammy”

Consoling the “black-eyed-lynching victim”

Was a disjunction that I found hammy

Without a backstory to update them

The Barnum-esque Top Hatted “Bigger-&”

Could have said so much about Al Sharpton

Jesse Jackson, Minister Farrakhan 

(Atavism & anachronism)

Felt lost in the sea of stereotypes 

Without any narrative life jacket

These characters were very well drawn hypes

But “un-didactic” it seemed a racket 

Debt

   
We are in debt to the one percent

& the system’s continuity 

We enjoy the modernity meant

By all of this superfluity 
Beautiful cars: living rooms on wheels

& Amazing smartphone devices

Televisions (on which we got deals)

All ʇɐɥʇ which we didn’t check prices
We owe this money to the future:

Rockets & self-driving hover cars

The things that their fantasy sutures 

Onto our needs: peace, food, & shelter
We owe two-hundred-thirty-three-trillion

To keep our corrupted momentum

David Bowie Has Died

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David Bowie has Died, as must we all

He is a part of our sweet memories

With prolific production musical

Who helped us to see the world differently

None of us could know him personally

I wonder if someone so prolific

would have hung out casually

While driven to write songs so beatific

The songs he created captured our lives

Danceable, thoughtful: he made life more fun

Dancing & thinking we feel more alive

His death reminds us “all will end their run”

We mourn Ziggy’s passing as a sad truth

But what we’re really missing is our youth

Morning Sonnet 8-10-15

  
The morning arrives, an un welcomed guest

Demanding attention, telling stories

Into their conflicts & feuds you are thrust

Each dawn brings you it’s own set of worries
The world never needs to know my feelings

My opinions of people’s shortcomings 

Do not need to infect all my dealings

& interfere with my life’s smooth runnings
Tolerating existence’s problems

And leaning from difficulties’ drama

Builds immunity, a special nostrum

That makes me just like the Dali Lama
I accept all the dawn’s difficulties

The tolerance that they build makes me free

•Gypsy in the Moonlight• Haiku Review



Just finished reading

*Gypsy in the Moonlight:* great
mystery novel

Set in Trinidad
History & Mystery
Bringing them to life

Trinidadian’s
Unique culture of mixing
Brought into focus

Novel of struggles
Before globalization
made us so wealthy

The civilized life 
Of ice boxes and credit
How people once lived

The detective lives
Between two worlds: Trinidad
Native and expat

Colonial traps: 
Collaborate or resist
He avoids nicely

Carnival pan drums
Wartime Litter Invention
“Trini Creation”

Lawrence Waldron Writes
A novelized history
Overlooked greatness

One thing missing
Is righteousness rewarded
Some wealth & respect





Abyss Sonnet



Into these temporary abysses

Merrily we fling our bodies & souls

As if this misery would dismiss us

From human’s* self-imposed soul sucking holes

The deeper we venture exploration 

The more absence and nothingness we find

The harder it is to play our station

And dream of some mortal human justice

We find within existence’s vortex

Only artifacts of our endurance:

Despair’s abysses will stun the cortex

& synthesize spiritual assurance

Don’t seek the abyss of nothingness yet

Life, humbly-well-lived, will better get