WORDS I DON’T WANT TO SAY.
Words I don’t want to repeat, a history
of words extinguished from sentences,
from texts. Names I don’t want to name.
Voices I don’t want to hear. A cacophony
of lies, a collage of misinformation.
In the beginning.There was a beginning.
This is the end. (There will never be an end.)
The middle, the bulge, the bloat.God grant
me…I lay me down. Jesus is a Jew.
Hypocrites. Jesus Is not white. Hypocrites.
America. Make it great. Not again. Now.
Anyone who is old(er), who is wise(er) who
knows time is parallel is vertical, not
a timeline, or progression. Layer atop layer.
Repeat. Same ol’ same ol’. Repeat.
For better or worse.
My Gut My Heart
Awareness is a version of verse
earned, volumes of conversation.
Research.
Life-long education. Yet a voice
carries only a witness of who
I am, carries my gut, my heart,
my interpretation–if it is other-
wise a book holds no truth.
What I Remember
Kennedy, John F: assassination.
At 13. I only wanted
to be Catholic.
King, Martin Luther: assassination.
I learned religion couldn’t
save me, couldn’t save the girl
who was a lie.
Johnson, Lyndon /LBJ: Southerner
Albeit, champion of my Northern
civil rights.
Carter, Jimmy: peanut farmer a-
political (almost)
builder; lover.
Two Bushes and a Regan.
Obama, Barack, Michelle.
I heart.
Biden, Joe: place holder.
Trump, Donald: puppet or king?
I write. Poetry. Because
that’s what I know to do.
