for 4/8--Her

Some call her life-blood,

ink flowing from free thought

to unshackled situations of 

frustrations

For some she is coping skill

calming constraint & confinement

of instrumental bad decisions

that left life,

on the limb of institutionalization

With others she offers

slam--

spoken, performed; spittin in

rhythm with roots in 

African ritual

embedded so much in soil

that the DNA of the day

take hold so 

that overlooked stories 

are felt,

more than told

And for others, more

she is love

comfortable & soothing

communicative, non

judgemental, simple pure

and connected--

p.

When yesterday Ain't Really yesterday, But We do this Anyway

FR fr it's 4/8 but I'm postin' it for the 7th...so enjoy the poetry...that's all that matter....no back-date hatin' just really good poetry

For 4/7 and Covid/Corona poetry and files

Now hiring, Now hiring

log on, upload, lend a hand--

glove up, mask up, & help.

Grocery’s hiring, Fast Food hiring

7/11 stayin’ open and busy till 

midnight because the 

pandemic, the pandemic

is

on our shores, shoved in our face,

affecting every race as 

Americans become global

victims

Covid consuming, Corona forefront 

Fact footing fleeting thoughts

over 

temporary tax break relief

gov’ment stimulus checks

check on granma and g-dog 

b/c they 93 and 

At-Risk

It is front-line & 

forethought 

is economic eptitude 

because we were already 

stressed over the 

rent, stressed over 

the bills, stressed over the cost

of living--

& now we just 

stressed over life.

Don't hate B/C We Back Date

So it's really 4/8 and I put a tweet out about this...but I'm cheatin' and back-dating shit...Read, holla, RT and leave a comment!

For 4/6  Because that was the date this should of been posted.

sunshine chasin

covid cornerin

mask mobbin, Monday/Tuesday

seekin, as 

we plan weekend workin 

then fryin fish.

wishin upon stars as 

new souls & 3 times 

life, cries out--

Don’t want to be out

tune into Tiny Desk

then dip out so ice cream

can be dipped, steaks 

grilled and a new smile 

sealed upon my grill.

Quarantine; not feeling clean

want to 

clean out the closet  

b/c this family closeness 

is close to 

drivin.

me.

mad.

Not tryin to be a 

bad dad

but dammit

somebody gonna learn today.

Make Up Work is Late

Good Evening!  Earlier today, I tweeted a goal that said, "Update the 30:30 #PoetryMonth blog by 7pm".  It's 7:17.  By the time this whole thing post, it'll be past that.  But it's here.  And there will be more, I just wanted to be as prompt as lately possible.  #love

For 4/5--For Lack of a Better Title

Don’t hold me 

down--

Lift,

    me up

when I 

    stutter step

    soul symphonies 

spittin’ off wing tip

    tip toe’in

    through that, that

    don’t matter no mo’

We gon’ argue

    and 

We gon’ love

    and 

We gon’ raise these 

    babies

    and

We gon’ live & live &

    live

You just can’t 

hol’ me down

you 

    got 

        to 

Lift me up &

 Let me live

4/3 Tragedy--2 for the Price of 1

(untitled)
4/3

10:09 am, 
heart sank, like
African enslavement ships

Hashtag read:
RIP Bill

Truly No More Sunshine 
but left us 
message to 
Lean On each other 

Not sure if you up at 
12:39 am, but 
Mom & Dad, I hope you're 
fine, drinkin' wine and 
finally enjoying 
each other's presence 

We present for you Bill

So please have him 
laugh with Red &
enjoy the youth
of Pac--

As he is missed
down here, yet 
we celebrate 
his ascension. 

--------------------------------------------
You Call it Quarantine, I call it Normal
(that #vss shit)

She will never 

understand 

Scratch sound of pen 

making love to paper 

Blue line unintertwined to 

ink, or lead, or marker— 

Make sure it’s clean. 

But she is #rock 

ok if dreams don’t 

translate 

—sometimes it’s family 

stakes & they have to 

Come first... 

Right??— 

 #vss365

Crippling 4-2

Crippling.

When call received 

relates temps, when 

you already knew about 

the cough.

All you can consider is 

of course

& all you can remember is

the main character who was brave 

minus the ‘am’

Everything is pink.

Color-coded since codes

became numbers

and started counting time

from 4.16.17

3 years pink;

now times two, or 

plus one

So it’s crippling.

You want them to be safe

Isolate

Remain inside

while trying to keep

things separate 

Crippling because 

it’s consuming 

Temps fell

Night shortened 

But times two

or

plus one

is ok

Not crippling because I 

care;

Crippling because 

I can’t live 

without them

April is Poetry Month Right??

4/1

4/1

For the month, not

the money.

For the love, fuck

the fame.

For battling frontline 

fore-folks with hearts bigger than

April jokes--

#Rona

Social distancin’ but 

ain’t disconnected; whether 

blessed with the neighbor’s 

wi-fi, or 

beggin’ for bars in the basement;

we,

fixin’ faces, puttin’ on make-up

makin’ the bed

because online invites 

invited expanded inner-circle

to the inner-sanctum is

step 1, when 

shit. is. locked. down

#Rona

But p is free; &

p be transcending &

p be written & spoken

home @happyhours

via txt msg or abbv. tweet #365--

still alive 

so the p strives 

(even though it’s)

Damn near time to 

close eyes, & give

thanks

for 1, the first, the beginning.

Healing #Rona with real

and passionate p

#peace