word wind-down, building up, taking stock

We've made it, the 29th of April 2020. Celebrate this day, 
remember this day. Know there is history, know you did 
great things on this day~~even if it was only getting out of bed. 
For writers and readers and people, things could be worse. 
Adjusting is hard, it is change, but try to embrace it. 
Read some poetry and be confused....love, cb

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4/29, four twenty-nine, 429, 4.29….all day, I’ve been looking at the date all day and 

trying to figure out 

why this date is sticking out.

About 9:39 mountain time, I took a moment and googled the date. As the processes processed 

all those one’s 1’s and zero’s 0’s my mind finally remembered.

The Verdict.

Rooodddneeyyy Kiiinnnng, Rodney King!! They would, we would, I would, the whole young black hip hoppin’ community would, yell, scream, throw bricks, and watch shit burn.

4-4-68 a date my Mom could relate to. If she were here.  If Dr. King was here. If justice lived here.  If April wasn’t so bad.  April burns.

Irony of writing this in a milieu, at night, when our psyche patients struggle the most.  Trauma.  Some say flashbacks, like me flashin’ back to my youth.

Black, still reality; behind the 8 ball, still around; still down but never out, we shout, but never be free. Throw them hands and try to make it 18.

Be blessed to say we be at least 2 times that

Flash-backs, burn, like that whip crack

28 years past that...but where the justice at?

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pandemic,

not as much pandemonium as i’d 

imagined.

but who really imagines 

a fuckin’ pandemic?

i mean, i guess some slick 

hollywood bitches did 

and got paid and 

shit, but damn

shit’s on cnn

damn

damn

shits on cnn

shit, but damn

and got paid and

hollywood bitches did

i mean, i guess some slick

it’s that pandemic curve 

that cnn be quotin

and florida can’t flatten

while california re-opens--

hope it don’t be no 

grand-closin’ for second times

get ya’ mask and 

wear that shit homie, 

i mean

wear! that! bitch!

but what use is screamin’ 

in a country that keeps 

talkin’ bout dreamin’

while one of tv’s most 

useless reality stars

took the wheel,

like big wheels with 

a cracked front tire 

or toddler bikes 

with no training wheels

we just feel the fuck off.

learn to deal with your choices

but in the mean-time 

try that new country-time 

lemonade that so many love so much--

it’s got a splash of bleach! 

and comes with a set of PPE,

as yo’ white privilege turns to dust

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off time, almost

done with doin’ the most

but matter improved

or at least effort did

description of deep 

lung expansion, crazy hair 

scratchin’ neck roll heavy

with that of life

a beautiful wonderful life

clarence the angel ain’t needed

because sometimes dollar signs 

don’t stretch in directions 

that’s desired, but they stretch

existence is more than economics

(of course~duh)

and living be more than existence

but what is 

    more than connection?

honest type, pickin’ up where you 

left off type

more than textin’ or typin’ in a chat 

box

or some bot sendin’ emoji love

plugged in listenin’ love

evaluate this time

though it may be hard

dig deep give thanks for 

you are still here

almost done

    with the most

but connection occurred

    more than concrete walks

time is more than worrying about 

that which you have little to no

    control over