Day 10 #sing
Belt it out from the
bowels of the bastards
who don’t believe in the
beauty of the sun
#sing the song
of the remote worker
Remember to touch grass
from time to time
screen time on overload
attempt another action
leave the avalanche alone
and inhale fresh air
rushing off cumulous
connections
sun peeking
gives new perspective
allowing to be
#vss365
busy, focused
fine hand, handed
firm drink at day’s end.
along with laughs and
reaffirming humanity.
be beautiful, be self
steel soul still saddled
but ride forward
slight wobble
whip the world with the
leather it lashed you with
in past lives
still legendary
dream and plan
vacations with dementia
and demented progress
dug in dirt, but yet to reach
ashes to ashes
ash the square
square the books
little braided
brown heads
still haunt sleep and
days close
to commemoration
take nine breaths
for billowing wings
wavering on winds of
tomorrow
fly on,
and drop
raindrops of hop
on the head of the
unheard.
Ocho, for
Senora Sol,
who called me
Clemente–
danced to afro-rhythms
& inspired 8th graders
to expand themselves
Teaching is a hard
job–
But that’s not
why I bailed
Gets real hard
raising other kids
when you can’t raise
your own
Plain language
not poetic;
we’ll call it
ocho,
divisible by dos
for birthdays missed
& uninvited by
laws & lies
Loss, losing, loser
Questioning this
pen, this pad,
them books, this
life
Down, but not
out
certainly not filled,
but filled with doubt.
Real words written
in a moment of time
call it ocho,
for consistency &
loss
Tomorrow’s a new
day & that
will cost
Late for me
bout 20 min
past 8:30
I’m training…
so they see
what I see
Problem Solver
observer of brilliance
from instances
of 8 day drinkers
24/7 standin’ tall
till tragedy hits
But I never split
from drinkin’ friends
If the obituary is
at the end
Let them, read it
with all the shit
from their shot glass
in their chest
to the mess at their split
God bless,
& God save ‘em
from moles (smokin’ in) makin’ holes
we give time
to those who have
less time to give
One time to teachers
or professors
who gave bids
& had that bullshit
accepted
(at accredited universities)
Will never regret
my ability to do me
whenever you place a
W4 and keys
as an offer
for a job
Hell,
I might rob you blind
But will
rhyme my way
to paydays and
pensions
As I watch this
world
burn for them
who voted for
him
who was blasphemous
on days rising
this dog ain’t never
blinded to
formats…
that don’t fit
....u do know that I do spoken word and play the sax right?? If not, c'mon I'm a fuckin' artist
Day 6
6th day,
6th time,
won’t go triple…
3rd eye blind
We play cards given
never overplayin’ religion
or hands in the system
we protecin’ patience
on the weekends
while blowin’ woodwinds
feelin’ like
a real musician
No mathematician
for this historian
all glory be
community, relativity
seein’ future dates
on horizons
being silly
After the serious
and curiosity hit
Let ‘em know
we ten toes
in this (shhhh…)
This for the month
the mentality
& the poet who challenges
us ….
musically
2nd spin
do your math
and add
them multiples
then begin again
My friends,
born of sin, ain’t stable
but we keepin
notes and pens
raisin’ arms in victory—
you see
this is how we
win
this
is how
we win
Great bonus for whoever comes across this....It's not been posted anywhere but here! I wrote this on Easter, but never had a chance to post it. But it has to count...c'mon, I'm workin' thangs out here!
Day 5 4/5/26
The great
Capitalist Holiday Compromise
hadn’t been celebrated
for several years
A #hand -off for
holding mental health patients
accountable
along with teens who thought
Shark Tank & drop shipping
were viable career
paths.
Yet here I sit
soul searching with
young humans in
facilities fitted for
disorders associated with
eating.
Happy Easter
Happy Capitalistic Holiday Compromise.
