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For – Mrs. Bonita Points
My neighbor, she is 96 years old –
came out and walked around our
pond. we share this place –
i watched as she and her cane –
hobbled around a little path that
she maintains – her mind almost gone-
her look – far off and she reaches out
her hand- i take it into mine
as if i am greeting
a royal queen.
i already knew
she wouldn’t remember
when she called the police
on us for chopping down
one of her trees. And when
the policeman came …
he asked me how long her
husband had been gone …
he asked me what we should
do to make this right.
and on that day, i told him
he had been gone a long time
and that we should listen to her –
she won’t remember this anyway!
(… all she really wants is to find her
husband on that path, she wants
to look up from her weed pulling
and see him standing there,
her partner – who she talks about
every time we meet …)
… and as neighbors do,
she parted with some kind words –
she made a mention that soon
she will meet him up there!
I told her, that he has been
waiting a long time! she
shuffled away into the afternoon …
seemingly content that all
of this is here, the pond, the trees
and the yard that she
once bought with him,
planted with him,
soon my neighbor will be gone …
the 96-year-old angel
of his dreams …
20170418
… and he asked me “what are your politics?”
I told him Frank Zappa was my favorite
guitar player. Because he paid his musicians
a fair living wage.
Why don’t we talk
like that anymore?
I believe in my Djembe!
I believe in collectivism,
cooperation –
like as in an Arkestra …
Who followed the leader,
because the leader knew he
would need to make another
mistake and do something
wrong … and make another
mistake and do something
right!
(and … all of this is but fragments
of thought radiating from years of
experience. Nights, burning away,
high on life’s blood surging
like panic and inspiration.)
It’s after the end of the world,
so … workers … fellow workers,
as we are forced to build their
pyramids – and as we are forced
by gun point and neglect – to watch
the takers of the world destroy all
that is … don’t forget to look at the
stars – remember to look into the
water at the mirror image,
and remember this is all about you!
and me too …
ashes to ashes –
we all fall down
if we fall to fear …
our religion is reason,
my political views
are man-made. The laws of nature are
relevant to us all. Self-help comes
directly in action and inaction.
We revolve …
resolute –
If we build a new world?
They will try to destroy it.
I, don’t want no part of theirs.
They can keep their ashes –
their corpses – and monuments.
OBU
(Yours for the Alter Destiny…
Space is the Place….)
From a recent show at Lettersong Gallery
from today – Sunday – Oh, Louisville .. SMH …
20170423 –
Sunday Mournings
Agitated –
the slaves cry from the field …
master – with watchful eye
his employee shall do his
doing –
bidding –
so as to keep his hands
free of responsibility –
master doesn’t whip his slaves –
he sub-contracts out that labor …
(now turn over the tag
on your shirt)
and ask this question …
Do I Support Slave Labor?
How do we defend that?
Pick up a rock!
Are you (triggering) –
A revolt – a slave
insurrection – intersection
from the other
side of the tracks?
(I’ll clean a pane of
my glass house
and continue)
agitated-
the slaves cry some more –
and X – Marx the spot
where they killed the
reformer – turned
against him –
they listened to all
the critical judgement-
the name calling-
the War of factions –
(now, turn your clothing
inside out- and walk
a mile in my slave made
work boots)
Buy into my story –
agitated –
gather round me children
a story i will tell –
of a code talker
and a heroine-
the slaves knew her well-
(now, i am holding a tool
made by machines)
agitated-
and marginalized
seeing red…
wave that flag
wave it high
i got the US blues –
(this is madness)
wave
that freak flag
and kiss the sky –
and now call me
a punk… and pick
up another rock!
(now, let us remember that
LP’s are made from oil)
and what about this
and what about that –
the house slave is getting
nervous – it’s awfully
comfortable and cold
in his
glass house!
so, he fracks a bit of coal
(now, slaves- have you
mourned enough)
Organize!
Agitated- ill sip
some more of my
morning coffee
made by farmers
who collectively
own a coop –
and the seller owns
his business – yet
his employees?
(this is a family business
you can talk to us directly)
Now ask yourself …
What is a union?
and X Marx the spot
where ISLAM and Peace
rests. (They) killed Malcolm
The code talkers?
No! (A black mass)
movement –
(and X Marx the spot
where C+C still = C if there
is no slave to trade in
a market that is free)
and 2+2 still = 4 unless
you fall to fear –
a caged mind
of duality!
(i’ll change a pane
of broken glass)
You could think
about time …
grab another rock
because X Marx the spot
where (They) killed
MLKjr … the code
talkers?
No!
Fear
Agitated
for Change …
The slave slips
away – and the
farmer
is drunk
as the animals
gather …
(have you learned
the lesson yet?)
I’ll go (Even Further)
so gather round me
children
Hop on the buss
and a story i will
discuss
about the hero
who stole from the rich
and gave to the poor …
and then Quit!
He had gone far enuf!
Agitated.
(now, get back to
revolt.)
Agitated-
shit floats to
the top
jP
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