playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing
playing rummy again
trying to keep the cards straight
Alzheimer’s showing
red paint on black tree
surrounded by privilege
the marked know their color
five vans parked at house
garbage bags on the windows
looks like meth is back
wherever i go someone is cooking or running a grow op.
the smell of fresh bread
outside the biker’s clubhouse
warns me to beware
true story – a club with anti-tank stantions camouflaged with flowers used to take advantage of the bakery they were next to when cooking crank i remember fondly
man sits on his chair
watering the sun-baked lawn
the riots are over
Shovels fall
Silent in the night
The grave yawns
Tongue spilt dirt
As a mouth hungers
For meat
how does looting stores
teach us to love one another?
theft is not justice
In Chicago, the downtown core and surrounding South and West corridors have been wilded. Mayor is understandably appalled.
the protestor steps forth onto Michigan Avenue to fight for peace
the mother watches on television the city burn as she prays for peace
in this country, the war continues
with apologies to Christina Sng
Country ‘tis of thee
Black oppression, White Fear
Going down in flames

My city burns
Some asshole steals a cop’s horse
Galloping through the fires