What’s The Point?

And Mass was peaceful…with words condemning violence….offerings of salvation….some bread….a sip of wine…. Talk of the insanity on this planet…….non-stop rockets ricocheted into crowds….gun-shots  in school halls….bombs in Brussels…Lord forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those..  A cleansing is felt as the symbol of the cross is made….inside a sanctuary….only to go back out […]

A Msg. to de Blasio

The homeless only know one volume….LOUD…..LOUD…..LOUD… In the streets….the shelters….the drop-in centers…the soup lines….the church basements….McDonald’s….subway stations…public restrooms….a loudness prevails in every action….on every block…. And now I…once meek…I scream….yell….talk in decibels and octaves never thought possible to achieve… Manhattan has become a giant baby’s playpen with all of us screaming for a parent’s hand…to […]

Observe and Report

Loose balls drop-in bowls of piss left from the night before by men who howl at full moons in Manhattan’s midnights…..cursed….cursed….cursed….. Nurses and psych-techs keep order in disorder….criminally crazy…or….just plain nuts…..patients play-out pasts….no life in the present… Some silent…..not willing to show or tell a soul ’bout the brother’s act of rape…..a constant loudness in […]

I Don’t Know

A meeting was held….limited invites….we few…..we lucky few…. Shariff held court in the back of the homeless shelter….to be young, black, angry, and uneducated…..lethal…. See my brothers, the self professed militant began, This is not no blessing….poverty is no blessing….. The brothers nodded; shook heads under hoods in agreement, We’s got to be organizin’ up […]

The Way

There’s a way things are done in prison…..homeless shelters as well…..filled with a criminal element….seniority rules….the pecking order applies….. Do not take the last donut….wait for the last cot left… chairs are in invisibly marked…business dealings never discussed….it’s a given…. Places are broken in-line….throw out what was learned in grade school….I’ll take mine motherfucker and […]

Kiteman

Morning brings the scent of bud in front of churches….in sandwich lines….down on 14th in front of P.A……all over this Manhatta…..the blunt is bold…. Young bloods….OG’s…..fairies dancing on rooftops….wannabe artists whose disciplines ran away…left in the night…gone…gone….gone…. And music blares from a blinking light lit speaker; dancing to beats in the streets as attorneys and […]

A Drive

The old man went for a drive….a long drive…nowhere in particular….just drivin’ His wife of fifty-five years had died….left ’em in the middle of the night…channeled her spirit to another time and place…..so did he…. Took off for Texas…..maybe it was Iowa….I’m thinkin’ it was Vermont….He never said…all this is speculation….some lives are just speculation….. […]